Five Per Cent

You say you live contentedly, play the same old songs

Meandering along, like nothing ever can go wrong

Stop playing small, it doesn't serve you at all

To only use five per cent of your intelligence

Makes no sense

You tell a story to yourself, you're worshipped from afar

Of who you really are, but you are curious no more

Stop playing small, it doesn't serve you at all

To only use five per cent of your intelligence

Makes no sense

Nature is expanding, search for understanding

Truth will hit you in the end

In the end

In the end