(Intro)
Hey! You there! Let me ask you a question.
(Verse 1)
Who gave you thoughts—were they yours from the start, or just echoes instilled?
Do you govern your mind, or does fortune decide what you think, what you feel?
If wisdom is knowing you know not a thing, then why do the fools always preach?
If power corrupts and the wealthiest rule, do they fear what they teach?
If justice is blind, does it see through the lies, or just stumble in chains?
If knowledge is light, why do people stay trapped in the comfort of shade?
Is freedom a birthright or granted by hands that will snatch it away?
Do kings write the laws, or do laws make the kings, and who’s holding the weight?
(Hook)
What do you claim? Who do you trust?
Do you seek truth or just seek to adjust?
Question it all—stand or you fall,
Or do you just bow when they call?
(Verse 2)
Is the soul something real, or just language to comfort the fear of the end?
If time heals all wounds, why do scars tell a story that never suspends?
If good men stay quiet, do tyrants grow loud, or were they just waiting their turn?
If fire brings ruin but also renewal, then why do we fear when it burns?
If virtue is rare, does the world reward those who can master deceit?
If the sword rules the pen, does the poet"s ink dry before justice can speak?
If meaning is found in the struggle itself, then why do we beg for release?
If gods are above, do they listen at all, or just whisper their will to the weak?
(Hook)
What do you claim? Who do you trust?
Do you seek truth or just seek to adjust?
Question it all—stand or you fall,
Or do you just bow when they call?
(Verse 3)
If reason’s a gift, why do most leave it wrapped while they parrot the herd?
If speech is so free, why do thoughts have a price when they threaten the world?
If death is a curse, is life just a test? Or a sentence we serve ‘til it’s done?
If virtue’s my crime, is hemlock my fate, or do I still teach when I’m gone?
(Outro - Spoken softly, fading out)
Tell me, my friend, is it questions you fear, or the answers they bring?
