I′m stretching my ears they're open and not withstanding
To rhythmic syncopation, harmonic dissonance
I move to a groove that will never stop swinging
And I sing to a song that never ends
I′m pushing my brain to think a little harder
To learn from the simple and question the complex
If logic and reason are the gods that you follow
Then you'll drown in your soul's emptiness
Sometimes we get caught up in making the right impression
Is the commission really worth the sale that we pitch?
I'm not really big on justifying intentions
If it′s good then let it grow
On its own we′ll soon be rich