He questions every single thing
Probably too much
He questions the questions that are questions of questions
And it's all impossible to touch
He questions your answers
That make no sense
And in questioning his questions, for questioning's sake,
His thirst is never quenched
He questions why they are here
And he questions why he questions questioning the question
Of why they are here
All too soon their bodies disappear
Are souls set free
Or will he continue to question
His questions unanswered
Yet he's still him
And he'll still continue questioning his questions
Until his questions cease!