Immune

INSTRUMENTAL Who are you to salt my wounds? And tear my muscles And solve my puzzles And write those riddles on my tomb? I think I'm immune It's easy to assume When every life I've known always ends in you I don't think you get to, like, remember stuff from your past life You just get to, like, carry on wisdom with you And that's why some people are, like, just not that wise 'Cause they haven't, they've only had the one life This is their first one? (Uh-huh) Sometimes I think, yeah, like What do you think you're on? I don't know Probably just like two or three I might be one I feel like I'm getting a bunch of just beginner's luck Really? (Yeah, with everything) I feel like you're probably not a one