We Don't Exist
We wake up every morning with the same question in mind
What's the meaning of all this? Why are we alive?
We are the forgotten of the universe
The unlike probability of the original burst
Ghost of this dimension
In perfect desorientation
A dot in the darkness
A place called home
We try to give a sense to this
By not thinking about it
We do things to occult the fact that
We don't exist.
What's the meaning of all this? Why are we alive?
We are the forgotten of the universe
The unlike probability of the original burst
Ghost of this dimension
In perfect desorientation
A dot in the darkness
A place called home
We try to give a sense to this
By not thinking about it
We do things to occult the fact that
We don't exist.
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Writer(s): Léopold J.
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