Questions
Questions
Nothing good ever happens here
So if you ever stare blankly into a mirror
Aren't you already art?
There's something about going insane
To not be in control
There's a rod, isn't it mind-blowing?
The idea of mediocrity is revolting
Being special though is chaotic
Knock knock, are you and I sane?
They say a man was murdered here
But you already knew that, didn't you?
Are you here because you believe in ghosts
Or should I believe in ghosts because of youre here?
Do you ever just scribble?
Are the walls enough to hold your thoughts?
Do we both exist at the same time?
If not, why is this man lying here?
If I ask you a question, do you also ask me a question?
If so, is the answer, the question?
Do you believe in equal rights?
If so, are we black and white?
Do you stop to catch your breath while running?
Honestly, I could use some water
The newspaper said the children were found,
In an old attic, abandoned house by the riverside,
Where you and I used to live
Do you hear my voice in your head?
If not, why do I hear yours?
I saw a crippled man walking by,
As I circled around him, waiting
I saw him holding a pocket knife,
But can he defend himself like you and me?
Momma, dadda is it gonna be okay?
Is it gonna be okay if we hurt you too?
There's a ticklish feeling inside my head, I feel like laughing,
But why doesn't anybody ever stop to listen?
Bible says sins are sins if you believe them to be,
If this is a sin, why am I still happy?
If we walk a little faster, there's some blinding bright
But of course you know that you're a fucking flashlight
Do you also drag yourself through the tunnel?
It feels like a car just passed by overhead
I think it was a family, I could hear some songs
A little baby, I could hear her cry
Should we make her happy? Should we stop the man by her side?
One more baby, in our little house by the lake
The autopsy says there were blunt force wounds
Is this why we have a rock lying around?
Does your head also tick on seeing cross signs?
If yes, do you still do it?
Do you see how beautiful is the sunrise?
I think it's blurry, day and night
Do you believe in their stories?
They think they're living
I think we're living,
I think we're killing the living
The newspaper says 18 is the death count
Will we keep the other 13 safes in our house?
Is it okay, what you make me do?
Honestly,
When they scream, I like it too.
Twinkle, twinkle I look up into the night sky
Questions you ask, questions I lie.