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