Puppet String

It's not like there's a book for this or something you could read
'Cause I've looked around
And I tried to fill these holes with other roles I never learned to play
It seems like they always falter
How the hell should I know?
'Cause it always seems to disappear so quickly you can't see
Could somebody tell me where does the time go?
I've got a bigger pile of questions than I could ever need
There's no explaining these to me

I've never heard a word about the way we're all received
At least that I believe in
I know traditions tell it's different, they spell it all it out to me
There's no need to confuse me 'cause I know what I know
And if everyone's all subscribed, to fictions that can't be right
Then spinning we all collide one big typo this puppet show

I'd usually begin this conversation differently
I know it's kinda one sided
It's obvious the answer is a question I believe
That nobody's asking
What the hell do I know?
If everyone's so unsure of
What's really below or above us
Then maybe we all buy in
Take our own collective end

These puppet strings don't pull themselves
You're thinking thoughts from someone else
How much time do you think you have?
Are you prepared for what comes next?