Riddle of Life
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๐ Lyrics
Who can read the riddle of life
It's a tale told by an idiot, still we can't figure it
Maybe the simplistic things
That is where the wisdom is
Freedom only has meaning if you know what a prison is
All we see is differences, death don't distinguish 'em
Flickering flame to the brightest light it extinguish 'em
Then its gone little spec gone forever
The soil that covers bones decomposes whoever
Weather you're rich or you're clever
A buyer or seller could not trade what they made for another day even as a slave
The heathen is made by believers enraged
As a gauge to find a way, to deceive us in wage
From the, screen to the page, to the wall to the cage
I wonder if what we say
Ever really has changed
Because, we ain't got a clue from whome that we came
But giving a name is one of the ways that we entertain
Deeper
And deeper, I go
Searching for something
Unknown
Wonder
The (?) my soul
Standing for something
I love
Who can read the riddle of life
I have wondered many times if Shakespeare was right
And it signifies nothing
Just that heaven's bluffing
But the jokes on us cos we duiscuss all this deeper stuff
Cos it all just eventually, turns into dust
Must we change our disgust for the lust of depravity?
And adjust our (?) cusp of reality
I ain't sussed enough to give myself clarity
But I do know enough not to trust any charity
Cos the, language of death
Is spoken, by a golden breath
I know that I am golden but I am not hoping to be next
Yes, I do cling to this vanity
And I dip my pen in the ink of insanity
When mind numbing disparity
Passes as normality
The comedy of history's we don't see it's a tragedy
Who can read the riddle of life
We ain't given equipment for recognising the signs
So lines are unclear
Trying to undo tears is near enough impossible
We're clung to fear
The cost of letting go, is less than we know
But still, it's way more than we are willing to show
So we cling harder, my mother and my father
As if, they're the only ones that gave birth to a child
They say, life is a gift but I don't know if it is
Not because I'm pissed I literally don't know what it is
Are we spirits from another realm cast down into this world?
Or just animals focused on how we feed ourselves
Heaven or hell what's the perspective?
A strong desire to return to the source and we call it a death wish
But maybe, they have just settled the riddle
No beginning or end but there's a life in the middle
It's a tale told by an idiot, still we can't figure it
Maybe the simplistic things
That is where the wisdom is
Freedom only has meaning if you know what a prison is
All we see is differences, death don't distinguish 'em
Flickering flame to the brightest light it extinguish 'em
Then its gone little spec gone forever
The soil that covers bones decomposes whoever
Weather you're rich or you're clever
A buyer or seller could not trade what they made for another day even as a slave
The heathen is made by believers enraged
As a gauge to find a way, to deceive us in wage
From the, screen to the page, to the wall to the cage
I wonder if what we say
Ever really has changed
Because, we ain't got a clue from whome that we came
But giving a name is one of the ways that we entertain
Deeper
And deeper, I go
Searching for something
Unknown
Wonder
The (?) my soul
Standing for something
I love
Who can read the riddle of life
I have wondered many times if Shakespeare was right
And it signifies nothing
Just that heaven's bluffing
But the jokes on us cos we duiscuss all this deeper stuff
Cos it all just eventually, turns into dust
Must we change our disgust for the lust of depravity?
And adjust our (?) cusp of reality
I ain't sussed enough to give myself clarity
But I do know enough not to trust any charity
Cos the, language of death
Is spoken, by a golden breath
I know that I am golden but I am not hoping to be next
Yes, I do cling to this vanity
And I dip my pen in the ink of insanity
When mind numbing disparity
Passes as normality
The comedy of history's we don't see it's a tragedy
Who can read the riddle of life
We ain't given equipment for recognising the signs
So lines are unclear
Trying to undo tears is near enough impossible
We're clung to fear
The cost of letting go, is less than we know
But still, it's way more than we are willing to show
So we cling harder, my mother and my father
As if, they're the only ones that gave birth to a child
They say, life is a gift but I don't know if it is
Not because I'm pissed I literally don't know what it is
Are we spirits from another realm cast down into this world?
Or just animals focused on how we feed ourselves
Heaven or hell what's the perspective?
A strong desire to return to the source and we call it a death wish
But maybe, they have just settled the riddle
No beginning or end but there's a life in the middle
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.95] Who can read the riddle of life
[00:25.70] It's a tale told by an idiot, still we can't figure it
[00:29.46] Maybe the simplistic things
[00:30.30] That is where the wisdom is
[00:32.19] Freedom only has meaning if you know what a prison is
[00:34.86] All we see is differences, death don't distinguish 'em
[00:37.68] Flickering flame to the brightest light it extinguish 'em
[00:40.37] Then its gone little spec gone forever
[00:43.92] The soil that covers bones decomposes whoever
[00:45.72] Weather you're rich or you're clever
[00:48.57] A buyer or seller could not trade what they made for another day even as a slave
[00:51.36] The heathen is made by believers enraged
[00:54.94] As a gauge to find a way, to deceive us in wage
[00:56.76] From the, screen to the page, to the wall to the cage
[01:01.31] I wonder if what we say
[01:03.16] Ever really has changed
[01:04.08] Because, we ain't got a clue from whome that we came
[01:06.76] But giving a name is one of the ways that we entertain
[01:09.55] Deeper
[01:12.23] And deeper, I go
[01:16.84] Searching for something
[01:19.50] Unknown
[01:22.28] Wonder
[01:24.14] The (?) my soul
[01:25.99] Standing for something
[01:31.43] I love
[01:34.18] Who can read the riddle of life
[01:35.91] I have wondered many times if Shakespeare was right
[01:39.66] And it signifies nothing
[01:41.45] Just that heaven's bluffing
[01:43.26] But the jokes on us cos we duiscuss all this deeper stuff
[01:46.02] Cos it all just eventually, turns into dust
[01:47.85] Must we change our disgust for the lust of depravity?
[01:51.43] And adjust our (?) cusp of reality
[01:56.92] I ain't sussed enough to give myself clarity
[01:59.64] But I do know enough not to trust any charity
[02:02.40] Cos the, language of death
[02:04.20] Is spoken, by a golden breath
[02:06.01] I know that I am golden but I am not hoping to be next
[02:08.82] Yes, I do cling to this vanity
[02:11.53] And I dip my pen in the ink of insanity
[02:14.29] When mind numbing disparity
[02:16.18] Passes as normality
[02:17.07] The comedy of history's we don't see it's a tragedy
[02:19.75] Who can read the riddle of life
[02:25.20] We ain't given equipment for recognising the signs
[02:55.43] So lines are unclear
[02:56.34] Trying to undo tears is near enough impossible
[02:59.06] We're clung to fear
[03:02.79] The cost of letting go, is less than we know
[03:05.48] But still, it's way more than we are willing to show
[03:07.30] So we cling harder, my mother and my father
[03:10.09] As if, they're the only ones that gave birth to a child
[03:11.86] They say, life is a gift but I don't know if it is
[03:16.44] Not because I'm pissed I literally don't know what it is
[03:18.29] Are we spirits from another realm cast down into this world?
[03:21.09] Or just animals focused on how we feed ourselves
[03:25.53] Heaven or hell what's the perspective?
[03:27.30] A strong desire to return to the source and we call it a death wish
[03:30.26] But maybe, they have just settled the riddle
[03:33.89] No beginning or end but there's a life in the middle
[03:40.27]
[00:25.70] It's a tale told by an idiot, still we can't figure it
[00:29.46] Maybe the simplistic things
[00:30.30] That is where the wisdom is
[00:32.19] Freedom only has meaning if you know what a prison is
[00:34.86] All we see is differences, death don't distinguish 'em
[00:37.68] Flickering flame to the brightest light it extinguish 'em
[00:40.37] Then its gone little spec gone forever
[00:43.92] The soil that covers bones decomposes whoever
[00:45.72] Weather you're rich or you're clever
[00:48.57] A buyer or seller could not trade what they made for another day even as a slave
[00:51.36] The heathen is made by believers enraged
[00:54.94] As a gauge to find a way, to deceive us in wage
[00:56.76] From the, screen to the page, to the wall to the cage
[01:01.31] I wonder if what we say
[01:03.16] Ever really has changed
[01:04.08] Because, we ain't got a clue from whome that we came
[01:06.76] But giving a name is one of the ways that we entertain
[01:09.55] Deeper
[01:12.23] And deeper, I go
[01:16.84] Searching for something
[01:19.50] Unknown
[01:22.28] Wonder
[01:24.14] The (?) my soul
[01:25.99] Standing for something
[01:31.43] I love
[01:34.18] Who can read the riddle of life
[01:35.91] I have wondered many times if Shakespeare was right
[01:39.66] And it signifies nothing
[01:41.45] Just that heaven's bluffing
[01:43.26] But the jokes on us cos we duiscuss all this deeper stuff
[01:46.02] Cos it all just eventually, turns into dust
[01:47.85] Must we change our disgust for the lust of depravity?
[01:51.43] And adjust our (?) cusp of reality
[01:56.92] I ain't sussed enough to give myself clarity
[01:59.64] But I do know enough not to trust any charity
[02:02.40] Cos the, language of death
[02:04.20] Is spoken, by a golden breath
[02:06.01] I know that I am golden but I am not hoping to be next
[02:08.82] Yes, I do cling to this vanity
[02:11.53] And I dip my pen in the ink of insanity
[02:14.29] When mind numbing disparity
[02:16.18] Passes as normality
[02:17.07] The comedy of history's we don't see it's a tragedy
[02:19.75] Who can read the riddle of life
[02:25.20] We ain't given equipment for recognising the signs
[02:55.43] So lines are unclear
[02:56.34] Trying to undo tears is near enough impossible
[02:59.06] We're clung to fear
[03:02.79] The cost of letting go, is less than we know
[03:05.48] But still, it's way more than we are willing to show
[03:07.30] So we cling harder, my mother and my father
[03:10.09] As if, they're the only ones that gave birth to a child
[03:11.86] They say, life is a gift but I don't know if it is
[03:16.44] Not because I'm pissed I literally don't know what it is
[03:18.29] Are we spirits from another realm cast down into this world?
[03:21.09] Or just animals focused on how we feed ourselves
[03:25.53] Heaven or hell what's the perspective?
[03:27.30] A strong desire to return to the source and we call it a death wish
[03:30.26] But maybe, they have just settled the riddle
[03:33.89] No beginning or end but there's a life in the middle
[03:40.27]