Someone help me understand
What it is we’re doin’ here
What it means to be content
Cause I don’t understand
What that word even means
Well, am I the child of God?
Or the dust of ancient stars?
Is it real or is it worse
A blessing or a curse
Floating helpless through the universe
If this is really God’s plan
I think they ought to make a new one
For all the pain and suffering it brings
The hunger and the killing and the greed
And all the trouble I’ve given myself
Sittin’ around waitin’ for something to care about
Oh, this existential stress will surely be the end of me
Well, to be or to become
Be the finger or the gun
Oh, the bullet slicing through
The ideas of the truth
Polarizing me and you
Now the poisons in my dreams
Take away my will to be
Sure, it’s a miracle to breath
But the choice is ours to see
The damage and the misery
If this is really God’s plan
I think they ought to make a new one
For all the pain and suffering it brings
The hunger and the killing and the greed
And all the trouble I’ve given myself
Sittin’ around waitin’ for something to care about
Oh, this existential stress will surely be the end of me
Oh, I’m so tired
Of being scared and wired
And unslept
Oh, I’m so done
Of being on the run
From my own head
Oh, whatever it is that put us here
Really did a number on us all
Mmm, this existential stress will surely be the reason I fall
Yeah, all this trouble’s like a fingerprint
Firm on my neck
Chocking rare moments of happiness
Yeah, this existential stress will surely be the end
This existential stress will likely be the end
This existential stress will surely be the end of me
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