The questions

Verse 1:
What’s it like to be unlike everyone else?
Or do we only think we’re different?
Who convinced us all what’s right and what’s wrong?
Or are we all true madmen after all,
Hiding our real faces beneath our masks?
Who, in the end, will give us an answer?
Chorus:
You think you know the answer,
But it always slips away like water.
Who is sitting on the throne
And playing with us like puppets?
Tell me, have you ever wondered
What lies ahead along life’s road?
Tell me what awaits us, what awaits us?
Verse 2:
What’s hidden beneath the mask of normality?
Maybe none of us are normal after all.
Who can give a reasonable answer?
Tell me, what are you feeling right now?
Or are you empty as a page in a notebook,
Just waiting for letters to be written on the paper
And turned into your life?
Chorus:
You think you know the answer,
But it always slips away like water.
Who is sitting on the throne
And playing with us like puppets?
Tell me, have you ever wondered
What lies ahead along life’s road?
Tell me what awaits us, what awaits us?
Bridge:
I thought I’d dug down to the truth,
But I was wrong.
I got tangled in my own chains of thought.
I’ve driven myself into a dead end, but I can’t go back.
What’s wrong with me?
Chorus:
You think you know the answer,
But it always slips away like water.
Who is sitting on the throne
And playing with us like puppets?
Tell me, have you ever wondered
What lies ahead along life’s road?
Tell me what awaits us, what awaits us?
Chorus:
You think you know the answer,
But it always slips away like water.
Who is sitting on the throne
And playing with us like puppets?
Tell me, have you ever wondered
What lies ahead along life’s road?
Tell me what awaits us, what awaits us?
Tell me what awaits us,
tell me, tell me