The Soul is Political

Used to try to explain my point of view
I used to think that I owe it to the world
But now I know
If there's a soul
The soul is political

Don't waste your time getting me to undress
When morning comes I'm back to being a guess
Our every breath is a journey
We must take alone

We're made of simple matter
Made of simple matter
Made of simple
We're in love with our own chatter
Can't tell physical from mental

We're made of simple matter
Made of simple matter
Made of simple
When we rise above our clutter
We just live in our own temples

We can agree on the color of a rose
Just not on who gets to take it
We see the sameness from our head to our toes
But only differences are sacred

A newborn child lets out a lifelong battle cry
We're running wild
And find nothing would satisfy

We're made of simple matter
Made of simple matter
Made of simple
When we look out for each other
We always get so sentimental

We're made of simple matter
Made of simple matter
Made of simple
When we think we found our voice
Our words are purely ornamental

Used to want to defend my point of view
I used to think that it had to do with truth
But now I know
If there's a soul
The soul is political

Don't waste your time getting me to agree
I'll follow you when I can unfollow me
And now you know
If I have a soul
My soul is political

Soul sou-ou-oul

We're made of simple matter
Made of simple matter
Made of simple
We never judge ourselves
But set records for judgmental

We're made of simple matter
Made of simple matter
Made of simple
When we rise above ourselves
It always feels so incidental



Credits
Writer(s): Gom Jabbar, Plamen Arnaudov
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