Your questions don't always need answers
Nor do you always have the power
To ever answer them
So say what you want, and theorize
But the truth is not in your hands
You wait around, awaiting the final prize
You think you can find the answers hidden in the land
But they're a plethora, like grains of sand
Will we all know it all one day?
Not all, but some
But I don't know
I don't even care
Theorize all you want, I don't care
Why should I be afraid?
When I run out of days on this horrific planet
I should rejoice for this
I won't be seeing any of you s**ers again soon
And I'll be happy too
You can say and believe what you want about reality
But no matter you do, you can't change the truth
What's fact is true, and what is false is untrue