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