We are
Abstract souls
Intangible though
In tangible forms
It lacks the whole
Of All our sins
And All our strife
It's way too much
To fit inside this
I'm an entropist monk
Meditating on some doom
For some real f*ckery
I'm sayin
All the little mysteries
Will soon cease to be
And yeah, I've got my complaints
I never know what to say and
I could never quite describe it
My endless sense of dread due
To simply being alive
Is it too much to ask
To not feel like I'm falling
All the damn time
Is it too much to ask
For some
Solid f*cking ground
We are
Logic based
But identity driven
It's all that bullshit
We added to
Eating and breathing
And Sleeping
The f*ck in
Cuz not a
God damn thing
Has worth in the grand scheme
Perhaps I'm mistaken
I hope I'm wrong
My depression is a cliche
I sing like a song
Pretty hurts like Beyon' said
I never know who I am
I don't know how stop it
This runaway train of thought
I'm thinkin' I should hop off it
Is it too much to ask
To not feel like I'm falling
All the damn time
Is it too much to ask
For some
Solid f*cking ground
Is it too much to ask
To not feel like I'm falling
All the damn time
Is it too much to ask
For some
Solid f*cking ground