Sunlight streams through my window pane
But I can't shake this feeling
It's all in vain
Existential dread
It's creepin' in my head
Why should I do my chores when life feels dead?
Socks lying on the floor
Dishes piled high
But my mind is spinning
Can't even try
To sweep the dust or make my bed
When the weight of tomorrow is crushing my head
So I'll raise my voice
Let it be known
I won't conform
Won't be overthrown
I'll face the dread
Let it fuel my fight
In this folk punk rebellion
I find my light