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.