What is the giver really taking? Is it the taker? Who's directing traffic here, anyway? Are there no strategies To win in love? Who invented immortality anyway? Where have your virtues taken you Along with your search for meaning? Climbing and staggering your pitiful Existence While bargaining for time. Where do our morals come from? Were they inflicted? What's in a blood line anyway? Why are we led to slaughter? We can find it ourselves. Who's calling my number here, anyway? Slave, grind that wheel of endless cycles. Grip hard to endure Hours and hours of damnation Spinning throughout this haste and Confusion Yes! there's hope on the other end of Those strings Why do we get back up when the next fall Is so much harder? Who's setting examples here, anyway? When are we going to find something Truly worth suffering for? Why make sense of this, anyway? Picture a world so simple and thoughtful With smiling neighbors, grapestick fences And images falling from the sky Blessing you with contentment.