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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mushroomhead
Mushroomhead
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Felton
Steve Felton
Composer
Jeff Hetrick
Jeff Hetrick
Composer
Tom Schmitz
Tom Schmitz
Composer
Jason Popson
Jason Popson
Composer
John Kilcoyne
John Kilcoyne
Composer
Dave Felton
Dave Felton
Composer
Marko Yukcevich
Marko Yukcevich
Composer
Rick Thomas
Rick Thomas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Felton
Steve Felton
Producer
Matt Wallace
Matt Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Sean Tallman
Sean Tallman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Bill Korecky
Bill Korecky
Engineer
Mike Roberts
Mike Roberts
Engineer
Pat Lewis
Pat Lewis
Engineer

Lyrics

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'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 ? (... of my soul)
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 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 ?
[Bridge : J. Mann] x2
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, now (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...)
Written by: Dave Felton, Jason Popson, Jeff Hetrick, John Kilcoyne, Marko Yukcevich, Rick Thomas, Steve Felton, Tom Schmitz
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