[Intro, 2 bars, funky slap bass and syncopated drums, distorted guitar enters] [Verse 1, fast rhythmic rap, sharp staccato delivery] Draw a line around a mind with a permanent pen Say the cells on this side feel, the rest can't get in But a map never managed to partition the rain Who drew the border where the matter feels pain Carbon in a column, little atoms in a stack Count up every part but can't count the looking back A synapse to a circuit to a complicated choir Who said all the singers had to wait to catch fire I don't need a pebble writing poetry at night Just a private little something on the other side of sight Could be nothing, could be something, that's the riddle and the rub Where's the membership requirement for the consciousness club [Pre-Chorus, smooth melodic singing, clean offbeat guitars] Maybe it wasn't born when the circuits aligned Maybe it was quiet the entire time Something in the structure lets the silence combine A billion little whispers making one state of mind [Chorus, bright melodic singing, layered harmonies, heavy guitars] Mind in the matter, matter in mind Who gets to tell me where to draw the line Pull it to pieces, one at a time Could every little piece have a private side Inside the outside, under the skin Where does the knowing end, where does it begin Mind in the matter, matter in mind Could every little piece have a private side [Short instrumental transition, syncopated guitar riff, bass fill] [Verse 2, rapid-fire rap, playful rhythmic accents] Two slits one photon everybody wants a sign But a detector ain't a witness with a human state of mind That's a loaded little word in a laboratory coat Don't mistake a measurement for something with a throat Waveforms on the chalkboard, probabilities dance Not a license to declare that the mind controls chance Physics tracks the motion, every particle and part But it doesn't tell you why there's any feeling in the heart One cell two cells ten trillion more At what point does the room get somebody through the door If a million little maybes make a definite me Was the possibility present in the first degree [Bridge, half-time psychedelic dub groove, dreamy melodic singing] And if the brain is just the place Where little pieces find a face Then every mind that comes to be Is something more than machinery [Final Chorus, soaring melodic harmonies, energetic full band] Mind in the matter, matter in mind Who gets to tell me where to draw the line Pull it to pieces, one at a time Could every little piece have a private side Inside the outside, under the skin Where does the knowing end, where does it begin Mind in the matter, matter in mind Could every little piece have a private side [Outro, rapped and sung vocals in unison, tight instrumental stop] Matter in the mind Mind in the matter
