The chances of me running away from here
Are null
I'm almost an evil spirit
And the bottom of the pit is in me

The phrases I distill here
They are dubious
Sometimes I'm bustling
And other times I'm remnants of an end

I ran into a boy whose life was "Alice in Wonderland”
If I agreed with everything he said
I would have run into everything
From this immense absurdity
That they call living

The chances of me running away from here
Are null
I'm almost an evil spirit
And the bottom of the pit is in me

The phrases I distill here
They are dubious
Sometimes I'm bustling
And other times I'm remnants of an end
I ran into a boy whose life was "Alice in Wonderland”
If I agreed with everything he said
I would have run into everything
From this immense absurdity
That they call living