In with the early dawn,
moving right along
I couldn't buy an eye full of sleep;
and in the aching night
under satellites
I was not received.

With the stolen parts
a telephone in my heart.
Someone get me a priest
to put my mind to bed,
this ringing in my head.
Is this a cure is or is this a disease?

Nail in my hand
from my creator.
You gave me life,
now show me how to live.

In the afterbirth
on the quiet earth
let these things remind you.
You thought you made a man,
you better think again
before my role defines you.

And in your waiting hands
I will land
and roll out of my skin
and in your final hours I will stand
ready to begin.

Audioslave - Show me how to live (Audioslave, 2002)