Logic won't tell who you really are
All the time feels like holding on to something
The more you grasp it the more it slips through your hands
So we keep on learning, deeming, questioning ourselves
So we spend fortunes to get to understand our code
Hoping genetics would get to reveal the unknown,
We handed over gods the fate that we can't build. 
We are the virus though that must be found and killed

Question marks, just a bunch of doubts
Spending hours asking the mirror
Oh we think there lies the answer
Can't accept we're made of dreams.

Like a warm blanket on a winter night
Comfort, care and shelter ignorance has given us
Never was demanding to answer questions
Just to paint a kind truth. Sustainable.
Using unlabeled masks, colors without a name
Idealist we were called, to copy and to paste
So real to the receiver, foolish to anyone else. 
After we die for it, we call it hell on earth

Question marks, just a bunch of doubts
Spending hours asking the mirror
Oh we think there lies the answer
Can't accept we're made of dreams.
Question marks, just a bunch of doubts
Spending hours asking the mirror
Oh we think there lies the answer
Can't accept we're made of dreams.

The day we walk, the night we fall
Into the hole of broken hopes
Where we prefer to live and die

Question marks, just a bunch of doubts
Spending hours asking the mirror
Oh we think there lies the answer
Can't accept we're made of dreams.
Question marks, just a bunch of doubts
Spending hours asking the mirror
Oh we think there lies the answer
Can't accept we're made of dreams.