It’s not like there’s a book for this, or something you could read
Cause I’ve looked around
And I tried to fill these holes with other roles that I never learned to play
It seems like they always falter, but how the hell should I know?
Cause it always seems to disappear so quickly you can’t see
Could somebody tell me, where does the time go?
I’ve got a bigger pile of questions than really I could ever need
There’s no explaining these
I’ve never heard a word about the way we’re all received
At least that I believe in
And I know traditions tell it, it’s different, they spell it all it out to be
There’s no need to confuse me
Cause I know what I know
And if everyone’s all subscribed, to fictions that can’t be right
Then spinning, we all collide one big typo this puppet show
I’d usually begin this conversation differently
I know it’s kinda one sided
It’s so obvious the answer is a question I believe
That nobody’s asking, but what the hell do I know?
If everyone’s so unsure of
What’s really below or above us
Then maybe we all buy in
And make our own collective end
These puppet strings don’t pull themselves
You’re thinking thoughts from someone else
How much time do you think you have?
Are you prepared for what comes next?