Miss Queue - Existential Crisis Lyrics

Existential crisis is taunting me
Strange comfort in its familiarity
First time with a loss at 14
Then at 24 with the lift of a smokescreen
Existential crisis number three
Distorted sense of identity
What will become, become of me?
Might not take me out but it will put me on my knees
Spawned by internal conflict
Sense of sense spirals and identify stripped
Followed by depression and alienation
Like a house without a foundation
Existential crisis number three
Distorted sense of identity
What will become, become of me?
Might not take me out but it will put me on my knees
Next stop down the vortex
You might say I'm preoccupied with death
The meaning of life has hit a plateau
I fear losing everyone I know
Existential crisis number three
Distorted sense of identity
What will become, become of me?
Might not take me out but it will put me on my knees