The Maniary - Stand 1 Existence

[Maniac]

Is life a shadow, is it a mirror/
Or the remnants of a warfront/
Maybe the handwork of a bored God/
Maybe the findings of the long lost/
What made the making of man/
Timelessness of the minute hand/
Or the offshoots of gozzillas embedded deep inside the sands/
(Questions) why am I here, why do I keep coming here/
No directions, no roadmap, where do I go from here/
Is it a journey, or a job or maybe its all a cycle/
Maybe I was he who built the first tabernacle/
oh yeah, death is static and life is dynamic/
Why should I breathe to die, wrong physical kinematics/
If I am to leave, why did I come in the first place/
And when I leave, do I get a place to rest in the last days/
Questions, Questions, Existence is all messed up/
Got my head all messed up, the dreams of a cast off/
If there's a God and he's 1, solve this complex number/
Cos life's a irony of itself, more like a blunder/