Several times, through the night and day I feel a stampede is coming, to reclaim sovereignty over how I feel Is autonomy a romantic tale, we tell ourselves and again In fear of what it means, to be free?
Why's it hard to comprehend, that we could be nothing And absolutely everything, at the same time?
The Sun sets pink just about everywhere And everywhere some kids are getting high Just trynna figure out, why
Why's it hard to comprehend, that we could be nothing And absolutely everything? In search of the truth, in search of the truth
