the world around me moves too fast
can't it just stop and make a moment last?
does anyone even know why they exist?
is endless worry their ironic bliss?

do we one day just snap out of it
and wonder where we're being carried by our feet
we look around and don't see faces we know
suddenly we realise we're alone and cold.

in the eye of the hungry devious storm
testing our limits by ticking like a time bomb
can we still live in our ironic bliss?
can we still not know why we exist?