Existential Anxiety

That's what you said
And it's been stuck in my head
I was only eleven
It was something so foreign, something so strange

Promise of an afterlife looks pretty jet black
The world turns as you're forever asleep
No memories to keep, no dreams to be had
Existential anxiety

I look at my lineage just to see
At what age I may leave
What is mine will soon be yours
What's the point in luxuries?

Promise of an afterlife looks pretty jet black
The world turns, as you're forever asleep
No memories to keep, no dreams to be had
Existential anxiety



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Avila
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