Section 47 (Got Down To the Soul)

Wake up, silly beast of mind

Give yourself relief, nothing you can find

Got down to the soul, racing to begin

Fulfilling all the needs, blinded by the sins

And loving what you preach, reading all the words

And finding all the lies, thinking all the time

Got down to the soul

Some of us will win, some of us will scream

Some of us will die, and some of us will sing

Fearless-feeling cheers all through the night

Breaking the spell, feeling alive inside

Fearless-feeling cheers all through the night

Breaking the spell, feeling alive inside

Well, find your future, find your side

Keep the world standing by your side

Find your future, find a life

Keep the world standing by your side

'Cause it got down to the soul

Wake up, silly beast of mind

Give yourself relief, nothing you can find

Got down to the soul

Some of us will win, some of us will scream

Some of us will die, and some of us will sing

Wake up, silly beast of mind

Give yourself relief, nothing you can find

Got down to the soul

Some of us will win, some of us will scream

Some of us will die, and some of us will sing