Existential Crisis Lyrics

Existential crisis is taunting me

Strange comfort in its familiarity

First time with a loss at 14

Then at 24 with the lift of a smokescreen

Existential crisis number three

Distorted sense of identity

What will become, become of me?

Might not take me out but it will put me on my knees

Spawned by internal conflict

Sense of sense spirals and identity stripped

Followed by depression and alienation

Like a house without a foundation

Existential crisis number three

Distorted sense of identity

What will become, become of me?

Might not take me out but it will put me on my knees

Next stop down the vortex

You might say I'm preoccupied with death

The meaning of life has hit a plateau

I fear losing everyone I know

Existential crisis number three

Distorted sense of identity

What will become, become of me?

Might not take me out but it will put me on my knees