When you ask these questions
They don't make any sense
You have no way to answer
You have no defence

It's all a sad charade
It all means not a thing
The fear the strife the worry
The nonsense that I sing

It's all the cloak and dagger
Are bottles in the sea
Going nowhere fast
Pointless conspiracy

You can ask any question
The answer is the same
No truth will be answered
Apart from a word game

We're bottles in the sea

The strife and the stress
A mirror it reflects back
The fear and the fury
How quickly we do crack

Ask the deepest question
As to what it all means
Nothing is the answer
It doesn't mean a thing

'Cause we're bottles in the sea
Bottles in the sea

It's just a dream
Or what it mean