What makes you think that you know death? What makes you feel you've got it figured out? No data, no conclusions You people have no solutions We're all in the same dark room This is all a broken computer screen No one's got it figured out And no one happens to know the truth, you and me Let's get sympathetic With this kinetic There are so many colors In the physical expectation No data, no conclusions You people have no solutions No data, no conclusions No one can see the future It's not a horror if you feel that alone No data, no conclusions No one can see the future No data, no conclusions No one can see the future
