You Ask a Lot of Questions

What’s gonna happen when I die?

Who’s gonna win the next election?

What am I doing with my life?

You sure do ask a lot of questions

Which false idol do you worship?

Do you think I’m being manipulated?

How can I know who’s a good person?

What is the fate that will await me?

Somewhere deep in the unknown

Are truths too sour to swallow

I’ll think about it tomorrow

When I’m on my own, all alone

Somewhere deep in the unknown

Are truths too sour to swallow

I’ll think about it tomorrow

When I’m on my own, all alone

Do you walk the underworld

Begging for scraps and food

Until the raiders come

Trying to make a mess out of you

So you wrap your hands and fight

That is all that’s left to do

Pray to a god that you made

Then close your eyes and swing

Am I thinking for myself?

Am I even capable of anything else?

Is dying really like a dream?

Or is it more like being ground to smithereens?

Somewhere deep in the unknown

Are truths too sour to swallow

I’ll think about it tomorrow

When I’m on my own, all alone

Somewhere deep in the unknown

Are truths too sour to swallow

I’ll think about it tomorrow

When I’m on my own, all alone…