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 f*cking 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