Question Everything

It’s time to segregate and divide
Dissect the fragments and sever the ties
We must ponder the questions and bring them to light…
I’m not believing what I’m thinking
Not intending what I’m speaking
Not receiving what I’m seeing…
I’m a mess in the best sort of way, in the best sort of way
Your whole life has been a stage
You were only here to entertain us
All of your illusions of chance, they have been masked with confidence
I’m not believing what I’m thinking
Not intending what I’m speaking
Not receiving what I’m seeing…
I’m a mess, in the best sort of way, in the best sort of way
Your whole life has been a stage
You were only here to entertain
But you’re questioning everything that you write, and you don’t know what’s
happening in your mind
When you feel these thoughts, taking hold, and the world you know,
you’re letting go
Your whole life has been a stage
You were only here to entertain
But you’re questioning everything that you write, and you don’t know what’s
happening in your mind