This is a song about "Exist"

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

I wish it wouldn't exist, the family always pissed

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

At least that's what they think, don't blink or ya might miss the reason you exist

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

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

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

Metaphors son, i'm guessin you didn't know they exist

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

A head without single faces, i don't exist in your world.

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first