Think Like a Machine, Not a Boy - The Flaming Lips

I used to think I liked the way that nature made us all

Every single insect finds its light

Now I think beyond this simple loving way

My mind has been poisoned by your lies

Oh

Why, oh why can’t you make me so

So violent and strong, but so aware

Of the beauty that surrounds me, the gentleness of love

I wish I could go back and be reborn

Once again

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

The beauty that surrounds me

Oh

The beauty that surrounds me

Oh

The beauty that surrounds me

Oh