Artist ： mushroomhead

Songs Title ： mother machine gun

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 how 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

To grow on

Belive it

Every thing leaves me cold

To many promises

Not enough evidence of my soul now

Interagate the truth until you hear what you like

Nothing to go on

To grow on

Not enough evidence or my soul

Interagate the truth until you hear what you like

Nothing to go on

To grow on

Belive it

Not enough evidence or my soul

It's time to take the stand

And deffend your innocents

You can slip threw the system

Exploiting it's aragance

It's time to take the stand

And deffend your innocents

You can slip threw the system

Exploiting it's aragance

Not enough evidence or my soul

Not enough evidence

Interagate the truth until you hear what you like

Of my soul

Interagate the truth until you hear what you like

Nothing to go on

To grow on

Not enough evidence or my soul

Of my soul

Of my soul