Mother Machine Gun Songtext

von 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 hearts the defendant
The soul is the conscience - you're the next contestant

Somehow the greatest point
Cause without reason
Somehow my madeup mind
Acts without thinking right

Interigate 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, belive in
Everything leaves me cold
To many promises
Not enough evidence of my soul

Interigate the truth untill 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, belive in
Everything leaves me cold
To many promises
Not enough evidence of my soul

Interigate the truth untill you hear what you like

Nothing to go on, to grow on
Not enough evidence somehow know where do I begin

Interigate the truth untill you hear what you like

Nothing to go on, to grow, belive in
Of my soul... somehow know where do I begin

It's time to take the stand and defend your innocence
You can't slip throw the system
Exploiting its arrogance x2

Not enough evidence of my soul
Not enough evidence
Interigate the truth until you hear what you like
Of my soul... somehow know where do I begin
Interigate the truth untill you hear what you like
Nothing to go on, to grow on
Not enough evidence... of my soul
Of my soul
Of my soul