And I’ll ponder existence as often as I dare

My thoughts range from what is life to what shirt should I wear

And I’ll tell you fucking now, my ablation from life will be met with no fanfare

And our minds are well endowed, consternation is rising depression is everywhere

And it seems that the older I get, with insight obtained from my experience

The more im losing hope that this melancholic life will let me safe and sound

At what cost should I measure the weight of this pressure, a sadness to resound?

It goes unsatisfied and I wonder why. It seems unrelated but I’m terrified, yeah I’m terrified

With millions afflicted it hasn’t affected me yet. I guess it’s just a matter of time, taking all bets