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Mother Machine Gun

de Mushroomhead

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

Somehow the greatest point
Comes without reason
Somehow my made up mind
Acts without thinking right

Interrogate the truth until you hear what you like

Now I can understand
What keeps me going
There is no master plan
Nothing to go on
To grow on
Believe in
Everything 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
Of my soul

Now I can understand
What keeps me going
There is no master plan
Nothing to go on
To grow on
Believe in
Everything leaves me cold
Too many promises
Not enough evidence of my soul now

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
Interrogate the truth until you hear what you like
Nothing to go on
To grow on
Believe in
Of my soul
Somehow know where do I begin

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

It's time to take the stand
And defend your innocence
You can slip through the system
Exploiting 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
Nothing to go on
To grow on
Not enough evidence
Of my soul
Of my soul

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