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  • 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?
  • 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?