Matter

Old man, another day, another dollar Another day, death and back at the ground wallow, mhm House built on sand foundations, unsound My soul ends up in the lost and found, yeah Take hold and break it down To a flat out joint that's easy to get your mouth around Start in one place, end in another My bones to carry my skin for cover 'Cause if I'm just a lump of matter Traveling in space and time I better make that matter matter And let you know that it's mine, yeah Chasing a feeling at the call of my soul Chasing 'til it consumes me whole Chasing a feeling at the call of my soul Ooh