This is a song about "Exist"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

You would have never exist, people walking past your grave,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

No more does he exist, all are missing,

My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts,

Extermination you don’t exist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

And the happy ones that will one day cease to exist.

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist