[Verse 1] Strip the coat from the lie, leave the bone and the sum. In a room full of noise, I keep one truth in my palm. No chrome, no shine, just a hand and a line. What survives the fire is the thing that defines. They sell speed like faith, but the soul don’t bend. I’m counting what’s real when the tall talk ends. Every mask gets thin when the night goes still. I don’t need more words, I need what they will. [Pre-Chorus] Take the weight off the stage, take the smoke from the page. If it don’t feed the heart, then it fades, then it fades. Back to the source, back to the code. What you got when you’re left with the road? [Chorus] Reduce by the formula m equals e c cubed Reduce by the formula what’s left is the truth Reduce by the formula m equals e c cubed Take away the noise and the morals move through [Verse 2] A pocket full of should, a drawer full of pride. Still the poor man’s mirror shows the truth when I ride. You can build up a name on a house made of dust, but the first hard rain gonna ask what you trust. I seen hands turn cold for a little more praise. Seen good get buried under glitter and chains. So I walk light now, let the dead weight fall. If the lesson is small, it still carries it all. [Pre-Chorus] Take the weight off the stage, take the smoke from the page. If it don’t feed the heart, then it fades, then it fades. Back to the source, back to the code. What you got when you’re left with the road? [Chorus] Reduce by the formula m equals e c cubed Reduce by the formula what’s left is the truth Reduce by the formula m equals e c cubed Take away the noise and the morals move through [Bridge] If I lose the extras, I can see the shape. If I cut the excess, I can name the grade. Not the crown, not the noise, not the crowd in the room. Just the law in the blood and the root in bloom. [Chorus] Reduce by the formula m equals e c cubed Reduce by the formula what’s left is the truth Reduce by the formula m equals e c cubed Take away the noise and the morals move through
