It's not like there's a book for this or something you could read 
Cuz I’ve looked around 
I tried to fill these holes with other roles I never learned to play 
It seems like they always falter 
How the hell should I know 
Cuz 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 I could ever need 
There’s no explaining these to me 
I’ve never heard a word about the way we’re all received 
At least that I believe in 
I know traditions tell it's different, they spell it all it out to me 
There’s no need to confuse me cuz 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 obvious the answer is a question I believe 
That no body’s asking 
Now how the hell should I know 
If everyone’s so unsure of 
What's really below or above us 
Then maybe we all buy in 
Take 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?