Are we the big bang?
Does our world start when we are born?
Is the matrix maybe real?
As we open our eyes to the first light, is that when the world begins?
Taking our first breath, is that the sign of life?
Is our destiny set in stone, or can we make a change?
Is everything around us created just for us to exist?
This life, this life is our token.
Does something follow, or is this it?
Are we here for a short journey as we float to the abyss?
This is stuff I ponder as I sit.
Are we the big bang?
Does our world start when we are born?
Is the matrix maybe real?
As we open our eyes to the first light, is that when the world begins?
Taking our first breath, is that the sign of life?
Is our destiny set in stone, or can we make
As we grow, we experience love, joy, and happiness,
But the memories are linked to sorrow and pain.
I feel like the world's turned, but I wonder who for.
Was it created for just me or for all?
This life, this life is our token.
Does something follow, or is this it?
Are we here for a short journey as we float to the abyss?
This is stuff I ponder as I sit.
This leads to the question: who makes the decision to move
Into heaven or hell? Is it set in our story already defined,
Or is it the things we do that make up their mind?
No one knows, and no one is allowed to know; this is the trick.
This raises the question: who makes the decision to move
Into heaven or hell? Is it set in our story already defined,
Or is it the things we do that make up their mind?
No one knows, and no one is allowed to know; this is the trick.
This leads to the question: who makes the decision to move
Into heaven or hell? Is it set in our story already defined,
Or is it the things we do that make up their mind?
No one knows, and no one is allowed to know; this is the trick.
The matrix question will stand until we have an answer to this demand.
No one will ever know; we always wonder, will this control us? Is anything real?
Someday we will have the answers, but we will not be in a position to share.
One day we will have all the knowledge, but not a friend who will care.
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Are we the big bang?
Does our world start when we are born?
Is the matrix maybe real?
As we open our eyes to the first light, is that when the world begins?
Taking our first breath, is that the sign of life?
Is our destiny set in stone, or can we make a change?
Is everything around us created just for us to exist?
This life, this life is our token.
Does something follow, or is this it?
Are we here for a short journey as we float to the abyss?
This is stuff I ponder as I sit.
Are we the big bang?
Does our world start when we are born?
Is the matrix maybe real?
As we open our eyes to the first light, is that when the world begins?
Taking our first breath, is that the sign of life?
Is our destiny set in stone, or can we make
As we grow, we experience love, joy, and happiness,
But the memories are linked to sorrow and pain.
I feel like the world's turned, but I wonder who for.
Was it created for just me or for all?
This life, this life is our token.
Does something follow, or is this it?
Are we here for a short journey as we float to the abyss?
This is stuff I ponder as I sit.
This leads to the question: who makes the decision to move
Into heaven or hell? Is it set in our story already defined,
Or is it the things we do that make up their mind?
No one knows, and no one is allowed to know; this is the trick.
This raises the question: who makes the decision to move
Into heaven or hell? Is it set in our story already defined,
Or is it the things we do that make up their mind?
No one knows, and no one is allowed to know; this is the trick.
This leads to the question: who makes the decision to move
Into heaven or hell? Is it set in our story already defined,
Or is it the things we do that make up their mind?
No one knows, and no one is allowed to know; this is the trick.
The matrix question will stand until we have an answer to this demand.
No one will ever know; we always wonder, will this control us? Is anything real?
Someday we will have the answers, but we will not be in a position to share.
One day we will have all the knowledge, but not a friend who will care.
Does our world start when we are born?
Is the matrix maybe real?
As we open our eyes to the first light, is that when the world begins?
Taking our first breath, is that the sign of life?
Is our destiny set in stone, or can we make a change?
Is everything around us created just for us to exist?
This life, this life is our token.
Does something follow, or is this it?
Are we here for a short journey as we float to the abyss?
This is stuff I ponder as I sit.
Are we the big bang?
Does our world start when we are born?
Is the matrix maybe real?
As we open our eyes to the first light, is that when the world begins?
Taking our first breath, is that the sign of life?
Is our destiny set in stone, or can we make
As we grow, we experience love, joy, and happiness,
But the memories are linked to sorrow and pain.
I feel like the world's turned, but I wonder who for.
Was it created for just me or for all?
This life, this life is our token.
Does something follow, or is this it?
Are we here for a short journey as we float to the abyss?
This is stuff I ponder as I sit.
This leads to the question: who makes the decision to move
Into heaven or hell? Is it set in our story already defined,
Or is it the things we do that make up their mind?
No one knows, and no one is allowed to know; this is the trick.
This raises the question: who makes the decision to move
Into heaven or hell? Is it set in our story already defined,
Or is it the things we do that make up their mind?
No one knows, and no one is allowed to know; this is the trick.
This leads to the question: who makes the decision to move
Into heaven or hell? Is it set in our story already defined,
Or is it the things we do that make up their mind?
No one knows, and no one is allowed to know; this is the trick.
The matrix question will stand until we have an answer to this demand.
No one will ever know; we always wonder, will this control us? Is anything real?
Someday we will have the answers, but we will not be in a position to share.
One day we will have all the knowledge, but not a friend who will care.
Writer: Christian Hoare
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid