Existential Dreams
Alone at night
Me, myself and I
Alone at night
Me, myself and I
We talk a lot
Between the three of us, we can never decide
Who to condemn for this dreadful life
We never asked to be here
Whether it stemmed from a moment of passion that lead to unprotected sex
Between the three of us, we can never decide
Who to condemn for this dreadful life
We never asked to be here
Whether it stemmed from a moment of passion that lead to unprotected sex
Or the whimsical decision
to move to another country
We question the day in which this life was granted to us
Breathing in this air, unknowingly becoming an heir
Heir to countless broken dreams
A broken family
From one generation after
another after another
Love, compassion,
support, all those things that come with family
Empty shells of hate,
despair, spite, ignorance, materialism
Family that communicates through violence and shouting
Always with the shouting, never with the loving
Alone at night
Family that communicates through violence and shouting
Always with the shouting, never with the loving
Alone at night
Me, myself and I wonder
wherefore this life?
To what end should we
live this life?
