Soul

I'm running out of things you write
Can you tell me why nothing ever feels alright?
I don't know why I'm alive
These questions, always on my mind
I look up at the stars
For the thousand fucking time
I wonder what we are
Is there a point to fight?

I guess I think too much
I guess I think too highly
Of all of us so blindly
To think we matter
That we're climbing some ladder
To some purpose that we don't even know
Or would you rather?

Don't you tell me I don't have a soul
No matter what we know
I feel it in my bones
Society just came to be everything works right
We're part of some machine
Is there such thing as light
But I guess I overthink
And try to get so much more out of life
Can you tell me why we dream
Maybe that's the real world
And we're all stuck in this lie

I guess I think too much
I guess I think too highly
Of all of us so blindly
To think we matter
That we're climbing some ladder
To some purpose that we don't even know
Or would you rather
Know the truth
Or would you give up
All you know as you
Or would you rather
Know the truth
Or would you give up
All you know as you

I guess I think too much
I guess I think too highly
Of all of us so blindly
To think we matter
That we're climbing some ladder
To some purpose that we don't even know