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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

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