Lyrics
Question marks
In my head
My mouth cried
And my eyes bled
I stretched my thoughts
Put them on the rack
In a mind so dark
It's almost black
Strategy
Strategy
These distorted, contorted
Ideas of mine
Are telling me something
I think it's a sign
Hidden meanings
Found deep within
Brought fourth
With the tip of a pen
Then all these thoughts
Are on display
Part of my lifetime
Strategy
Strategy
Strategy
Question marks
In my head
My mouth cried
And my eyes bled
Hidden meanings
Found deep within
Brought fourth
With the tip of a pen
Stretched my thoughts
I put them on the rack
In a mind so dark
It's almost black
Hidden meanings
Found deep within
Brought fourth
With the tip of a pen
Then all these thoughts
Are on display
Part of my lifetime
Strategy
Strategy
Strategy
