Questions Without Answers by Marty Willson-piper

Is it true
I can't believe this hatred
What do you do
The world is so ill fated
But when you're sitting
On a quiet afternoon
With the sunlight
Pouring like gold into your room
You can't believe that the world will end soon
The world will end soon


You sometimes feel
You're not doing enough
But what is real
You never know who to trust
It seems that people
Sit in jail without a crime
And ruthless leaders
Seem to lead us all the time
There's too much crying, people dying
Who can see the light
Who can see the light


Questions without answers


So i sing
It doesn't seem to make a difference
Should i give in
That's not a point of reference
But the passive masses
Being eaten by tv
Ignoring cruelty
And saying it's not me
When will they realize
Soon it's going to be
Soon it's going to be


Questions without answers