G C/G G Your mind's a machine, it's deadly and dull C/G G It's never been still and its will has never been free C/G G G/G Lightly tapping a high-pitched drum C/G D G C/G As your spine starts to shine you shiver at your soul D A fist so clear and climbing punches a hole G C/G Bm Am In the sky so you can see for yourself if you don't believe me G C/G G There's so much less to this than you think C/G G It's almost gone the night is dissolving C/G G In a cup God lifts to toast the lightning C/G G G/G Lightly tapping it's high-pitched drum C/G D G C/G As your spine starts to shine you shiver at your soul D A fist so clear and climbing punches a hole G C/G Bm Am In the sky so you can see for yourself if you don't believe me G C/G G There's so much less to this than you think