Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness

There's no vestige of beginning, no prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate, it will all happen again, yeah
If you came to conquer, you'll be king for a day
But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away

And believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear

We have no control
We have no control
We have no control
We do not understand