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