Musically and lyrically poetry of the human condition. \nWe want to understand and get lost in it, counting the stars... \nto me this is pure existentialism.. can we make sense, can we grasp eternity. \nBut somehow it is paralysing to be so overwhelmed by no control of knowing the endlessness of the universe. Nothing as sad as a man on his back... fools errand...But I want to believe there is an answer, an number of stars, a formula, a way to make sense of it all.
Musically and lyrically poetry of the human condition. \nWe want to understand and get lost in it, counting the stars... \nto me this is pure existentialism.. can we make sense, can we grasp eternity. \nBut somehow it is paralysing to be so overwhelmed by no control of knowing the endlessness of the universe. Nothing as sad as a man on his back... fools errand...But I want to believe there is an answer, an number of stars, a formula, a way to make sense of it all.