It's not like there's a book for this or something you could read â€˜cause I've looked around
I tried to fill these holes with other roles I never learned to play
Seems like they always falter, how the hell should I know
And it always seems to disappear so quickly you can't see
Can somebody tell me, where does the time go?
I got a bigger pile of questions than really I could ever need
And 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 different, and spell it all laid out to read
There's no need to confuse me - â€˜cause I know what I know
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 being the conversation differently, I know it's kinda one sided
It's so obvious the answer it's just 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?