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Can we make progress?
Have we learned our lesson?
How can we take the test
without the questions?
The mind will play Pontious,
the heart's the defendant,
the soul is the conscience
you're the next contestant!
Somehow the greatest point
comes without reason.
Somehow my madeup mind
acts without thinking right.
Interrogate the truth until you hear what you like!
Now I can't 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.
Now I can't 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...
of my soul...
