If I’m honest with myself
And I’m sober in the end
I cannot fight it, can’t deny it
If I walk the logic back to the place of nothingness
I cannot fight it, nor deny it

Take away my breath
And the gravity
Take away my thoughts
And what is left of left?
Take away the need to understand
Take the evil out
And what is left of left? You tell me.

(We deceive ourselves if we pretend to perceive laws of motion.
Can you honestly tell me that gravity spat out of nothing?)

And what is left of left? You tell me.

Why does the rhythm move me?
Why does the rhythm move you?

And what is left of left? You tell me.