Mushroomhead

(Can we make progress
Have we learned our leason
How can we take a test
Without the questions
The mind will play
Pules the hearts of the deffendents
The soul is the concince
Your heart is constricted)
Some how the greatest
Point comes without reason
Some my made up mind
Acts without thiking right
(interagate the truth until you hear what you like)
Now i cant understand
What keeps me going
There is no master plan
Nothing to go on
To grow on
Belive it
Every thing leaves me cold
To many promises
Not enough evidence of my soul
(interagate the truth until you hear what you like)
Nothing to go on
To grow on
Not enough evidence of my soul
Now i can understand
What keeps me going
There is no master plan
Nothing to go on