What is this Mass confusion This crazy way we're living This emptiness we're passing out Like candycoatedwaterdrops I'm spilling out my thoughts You're spilling out your guts
And I can't help but stop and think that
If the world stopped spinning If the end was beginning Would you even notice if I wasn't there? If the world stopped spinning around
All that's worth dying for is already dead An empty religion you've learned to accept When nothing means everything, your Daily routine You go through the motions like a Helpless machine
You're spinning 'round You're spinning 'round But I can't help wondering You're spinning 'round You're spinning 'round But I can't help wondering
When the answers to everything are right In your hands You lose your conviction, but you can't Help standing On the one thing that held you for so Many years
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