You find yourself, you try so hard
Your back's against the wall
But once again you're walking on your own
Across the street they're holding hands
It makes you wonder why
No matter what you say or where you turn
You're loaded and your Rolex lays there ticking on your wrist
But you feel you're running out of time
You analyze, you criticize, the circumstance you live
Your reputation's out there running wild
It's not a calculation
It's not a simulation
It's soul not science
It's soul not science
It's soul
It's soul
Your senses far precede you, but you hear nobody else
You plant your feet so firmly where you stand
Your vision has a frequency that no one else can match
Their hands are tied, you only move yourself
We're in this situation
Dynamic occupation
It's soul not science
It's soul not science
It's soul
It's soul
It's soul
It's soul
It's soul
It's soul