What is the human race?
Where are we coming from?
What are we doing here?
Where are we going?
Are we all marionettes?
Just a result of the big bang?
Do we just live to die?
Is there another world?
Is there a God who's real
Is it illussonary
That we're created to live
As one with him?
Some questions that you hide
Behind your masquerade
But deep inside you feel
A challenge and a need
To face the emptiness inside
And to leave indifference behind