The Questions (original song - by Simoon Reed)

I like this one a lot (if you follow this channel, you will know I don't say stuff like that very often). The right balance of weirdness and accessibility - happy boy.

The questions
That the children
Come to ask us
Save the world

From the gods of
Our paranoia
They’re out to get us
Haven’t you heard

But there’s never a hole when you need one
I think I’m better for being gone
Cause they won’t think ill of the dead
Rest your hands upon my sacred head

Before the time evaporates
And we enter the world of the altered states
There’s the matter of matter here
And the beautiful things in the stratosphere
They are painting a theory of everything that conflates

The fallout
From the falling
From the big drop
It gets us down

And the umbrage
Is ever galling
Don’t believe us
Only frown

But there’s never a hole when you need one
I think I’m better for being gone
Cause they won’t think ill of the dead
Rest your hands upon my sacred head

Before the time evaporates
And we enter the world of the altered states
There’s the matter of matter here
And the beautiful things in the stratosphere
They are painting a theory of everything that conflates