I can’t stand the question written on your face

I don’t have the answer but I feel your pain. 

You could have everything, have it all your way.

How much loss does it take to make you pray?

 

Existential baby- you kill me.

Sensorial, don’t think, just feel.

 

I could build a fortress around your heart,

But you’d look for hair cracks; pull it all apart.

You would destroy it before the work was done

Cos you search for pitfalls where there were none.

 

This is a voice from beyond the grave.

Look to the light and you will be saved.

Cast out your ghosts from tortures past,

Tricking you out of every chance.

This is a voice from beyond the grave.

Look to the light and you will be saved.

Please hear these words I have to say:

Let your chains fall away.

 

Existential baby- you kill me.

Sensorial, don’t think, just feel.

I’m Promethea, your sweet avenger.

Face your fears, embrace, surrender