Puppet String - Intellectual

[Instrumental]

It's not like there's a book for this, or something you could read

Cause I’ve looked around

And I tried to fill these holes with other roles that I never learned to play

It seems like they always falter, but how the hell should I know?

Cause 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 really I could ever need

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, it's different, they spell it all it out to be

There’s no need to confuse me

Cause 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 so obvious the answer is 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?