I have a hatred of human objects, so I read the ancients that trust in the
process
They fill their little books with affirmations
But why save the world when you can’t even change it So what now? We’re too loud!
I hear the city scream and its deafening
So what now? We’re too loud!
We’ve got no legs to stand on and we’re running wild
Dear me I should have tried hard but instead I just phoned it in
I feel bad for knowing better but sometimes I get consumed by the overwhelming
fact that…
The whole world has gone mad
I get complacent, start feeling vacant and then I lose all hope in the ancients
When Zarathustra spoke that «God is dead»
I think I understood that he meant within
So what now? We’re too loud!
I hear the city scream and its deafening
So what now? We’re too loud!
We’ve got no legs to stand on and we’re running wild
Dear me I should have tried hard but instead I just phoned it in
I feel bad for knowing better but sometimes I get consumed by the overwhelming
fact that…
The whole world has gone mad