The Question Lyrics

The Question lyrics

Holding it up to size 



Your introspection is done 



Buried within a mold of indecision 



I'm so sick of it 



I can't take up all this time that we tell to ourselves. 



Why the fuck am I here? 



The answer to all your questions 



Why are you haunting me? 



I am your answer 



Digging within myself 



Tto bring these truths to light 



Showing the reason 



Behind a perfect failure 



I'm so sick of it 



I can't take up all this time that we tell to ourselves 



What am I made of? 



Where have we come from? 



When'd it all fall down? 



I am so sick of it all