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[Verse 1]
Who built the rule that questions end?
Who said the truth don’t twist or bend?
If knowledge grows, does it outgrow?
And if it does… how would we know?

Who set the terms of wrong and right?
Do answers shift beneath the light?
Is silence truth — or just retreat?
And can you lie with your heartbeat?

[Chorus]
Who questions the question?
Who mapped the mind’s direction?
If we chase the facts, but they run fast —
Was the question flawed from the past?

[Verse 2]
If you ask a mirror, who replies?
Is it your face — or what it hides?
If thought is power, who holds the grid?
If pain speaks loud, what have we hid?

Is freedom choice, or just illusion?
Are facts agreed or just conclusion?
If the earth turns — do you feel spin?
Or do you trust the book you’re in?

[Chorus]
Who questions the question?
Who wrote the quiz we're reppin’?
If doubt is sin, and truth is key —
Who forged the lock you gave to me?

[Verse 3]
Why do answers feel like peace?
Why do lies come dressed in fleece?
Is logic built on what we fear?
Can math cry? Can numbers hear?

If all you know was passed from voice,
Did you ever really have a choice?
Is your name a gift or chain?
And do you feel… or just explain?

[Chorus]
Who questions the question?
Who tests the test that we’re confessin’?
If meaning shifts like smoke at night —
Can truth exist without our sight?

[Verse 4]
What if stars are just projections?
What if time’s just misdirections?
If you rewind the tape called “self,”
Do you vanish or become someone else?

If every thought was once a seed,
Then who decided what we need?
Is genius madness with a crown?
And do you drown… or learn to frown?

[Chorus]
Who questions the question?
Who draws the line of perception?
If lies are law, and truth is pain —
What judge remains to hold the frame?

[Verse 5]
What if answers are escape?
What if doubt is a divine shape?
What if every “why” you hold,
Was just a myth in data gold?

And if I question this whole track —
Does that erase… or bring it back?
You say I’m lost — I say I’m free…
‘Cause I ask what you won’t let me see.

[Chorus]
Who questions the question?
Who bends the mental weapon?
If thought is code, and code is sin —
Then who’s the key? And who let us in?