I heard this old story before



Where the people keep on killing for their metaphors



But don't leave much up to the imagination



So I want to give this imagery back



But I know it just ain't so easy like that



So I turn the page and read the story again and again and again



It sure seems the same with a different name



We're breaking and rebuilding and we're growing, always guessing



Never knowing



We're shocking but we're nothing



We're just moments, we're clever but we're clueless



We're just human, amusing but confusing



We're trying, but where is this all leading?



We'll never know



It all happened so much faster than you can say disaster



Want to take a time-lapse and look at it backwards



Find the last word and maybe that's just the answer that we're after



But after all we're just a bubble in a boiling pot