Echoes of Existentialism: Contemplating Life’s Futility and Transience

Thinking of things to do, yeah, only the cheapest thing was left there for you And the only thing I learned from you is that there’s nothing left to look forward to And I was asleep for days and now you’re the only thing keeping me awake And the calculator won’t make the same mistakes, yeah, I see it in its face Hold on tight this time, this place, cause everything you know will be erased You were born inside your head and that is where you’ll be when you are dead