Woorden: Mushroomhead. XIII. Mother Machine Gun.

Can we make progress?
Have we learned our lesson?
How can we take the test
Without the questions?

The mind will play Pontius
The heart's the defendant
The soul is the conscience
You're the next contestant

Some how the greatest point
Comes without reason
Somehow my made up mind
Acts without thinkin' right

Interrogate the truth
Until you hear what you like

Now I can't understand
What keeps me goin'
There is no master plan
Nothin' to go on, to grow on

Believe it
Everythin' leaves me cold
Too many promises
Not enough evidence of my soul

Interrogate the truth
Until you hear what you like

Nothing to go on, to grow on
Not enough evidence
Somehow know
Where do I begin

Now I can understand
What keeps me goin'
There is no master plan
Nothin' to go on, to grow on

Believe it
Everythin' leaves me cold
Too many promises
Not enough evidence of my soul now

Interrogate the truth
Until you hear what you like

Nothin' to go on, to grow on
Not enough evidence
Somehow know
Where do I begin

Interrogate the truth
Until you hear what you like

Nothin' to go on, to grow on
Believe it, of my soul
Somehow know
Where do I begin

It's time to take the stand
An' defend your innocence
You can slip through the system
Exploitin' its arrogance

Time to take the stand
An' defend your innocence
You can slip through the system
Exploitin' its arrogance

Not enough evidence of my soul
Not enough evidence
(Interrogate the truth until you hear what you like)
Of my soul
Somehow know where do I begin

Interrogate the truth
Until you hear what you like

Nothin' to go on, to grow on
Not enough evidence of my soul
Of my soul, of my soul