Mother Machine Gun
Mushroomhead

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

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]