Existence - Kevin Max

You come into the threshold of another starless night of fear

You’re running form the demons that would drag you down again

Illusions of the world are spinning out of time and frame and synchronicity

You’re so sad

You’re such a sad-eyed girl

You’re so sad in your sub-plot

What is this, what is this, this mess of my existence is

All these politics of life and death and relevance

It’s my existence

Another morning it comes running up your bedpost with the wind

Your face yourself just like you always do, time and time again

The mortal coil of image, inner peace and satisfaction

And so you keep it on the down-low

Hiding all the secrets that are down below

And so you keep it on the down-low

Tell me baby was it worth it all

What is this, what is this, this mess of my existence is

All these politics of life and death and relevance

It’s my existence

Wassup girl

It’s my turn

You cry and your eyes burn

What’s your life’s turn

Beautiful girl

Who all the guys yearn

What’s more to your story

You still learn

Despite why your eyes burn

Soul-Searchin'

I seek and find the ole merchant

The high beacon

Your eyes talk

When you ain’t speakin

And at school

You cry out

Why does water deep dry out?

Your getting gypped

Flat out

What is this, what is this, this mess of my existence is

All these politics of life and death and relevance

Oh just take it all, make it work and make some sense just take it all

You’re my existence

Just take all, make it work and make some sense just take it all

You’re my existence

You’re my existence