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
What is , what is this , this mess of my ex-is-tence is
All these , po-li-tics of life and death and re - le - vance
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 satisfaction
What is , what is this , this mess of my ex-is-tence is
All these , po-li-tics of life and death and re - le - vance
It's my existence
What is , what is this , this mess of my ex-is-tence is
All these , po-li-tics of life and death and re - le - vance
Oh you just take it all, make it work and make some sense
Just take it all, you're my existence
You just take it all, make it work and make some sense
Just take it all, you're my existence
You're my existence