I heard a handful of words that could unravel the framework of the world so simple, so obvious if the residents of this mighty Tower of Babble (sic) were honest all at once I imagine it would be quite enough why bother? what's your hurry? we're only spinning around and round tighter always why bother? what's your hurry? we're only spinning around and round tighter always the fragile bones of purpose the flesh of furvor (have) been dying on the vine are we really just k**ing time? what is it that inspires us beyond these temporal pa**ions convictions they crumble beneath the question why bother? what's your hurry? we're only spinning around and round tighter always why bother? what's your hurry? we're only spinning around and round tighter always when this tangled ma** of vanity implodes in this panic-stricken vacuum of souls if this is all there is to grieve, and nothing more what are we waiting for? why bother? (you're always taking) what's your hurry? (you only take away) we're only spinning around and round tighter always why bother? (you're always taking) what's your hurry? (you only take away) we're only spinning around and round tighter always I can't help wondering what possibly could keep you here wondering what keeps you I can't help wondering what possibly could keep you here wondering what keeps you you're always taking you only take away nothing to give nothing much to say you're always taking you always take away nothing good to give nothing good to say