Your questions don't always need answers Nor do you always have the power To ever answer them So say what you want, and theorize But the truth is not in your hands You wait around, awaiting the final prize You think you can find the answers hidden in the land But they're a plethora, like grains of sand Will we all know it all one day? Not all, but some But I don't know I don't even care Theorize all you want, I don't care Why should I be afraid? When I run out of days on this horrific planet I should rejoice for this I won't be seeing any of you s**ers again soon And I'll be happy too You can say and believe what you want about reality But no matter you do, you can't change the truth What's fact is true, and what is false is untrue