You come into the threshold
Of another starless night of fear
You're running from the demons
That would drag you down again
Illusions of the world are spinning
Out of time and frame and synchronicity
You're so sad you're such a sad eyed girl
You're so sad in your sub plot
What is what is this this mess of my existence is
All these politics of life and death and relevance
It's my existence
Another morning it comes running
Up your bedpost with the wind
You face yourself just like you always do
Time and time again the mortal coil of image
Inner peace and satisfaction
And so you keep it on the down low
Hiding all the secrets that are down below
And so you keep it on the down low
Tell me baby was it worth it all
What is what is this this mess of my existence is
All these politics of life and death and relevance
It's my existence
Wassup girl it's my turn
You cry and your eyes burn
What's your life's turn beautiful girl
Who all the guys yearn
What's more to your story you still learn
Despite why your eyes burn soul searching
I seek and find the ole merchant
The high beacon your eyes talk
When you ain't speakin and at school
You cry out why does water deep dry out
Your getting gyped flat out
What is what is this this mess of my existence is
All these politics of life and death and relevance
Oh just take it all make it work and make some sense
Just take it all you're my existence
Oh just take it all make it work and make some sense
Just take it all you're my existence
You're my existence