paroles de chanson The Subtle Art of Staying Sane - Timi Tamminen

Well, well, well...

I've spent this year thinking...
I've been thinking about the big questions of life
I've been thinking about death
Thinking about our short, absurd existence
And having educated myself as much as I could in such a short period of time...
I've come to the conclusion that we truly are...
A bunch of grown-ass children

When I was a little kid
I used to think so naively
That surely the adults in the room
Must know what the hell they do
Well, wasn't I so wrong
'Cause little Timi's now all grown
When he leans in to hear and learn
What he hears makes him concerned

When you start listening up
You realise no one gives a fuck
Everyone's made up their mind
No research required
Just preach to your choir and turn up those amplifiers, yeah
Sounds familiar, doesn't it?
History truly repeats itself

And as we drown in the shrill noise, crap and chaos
And nobody knows what the hell is truly going on...
You've got your cunning cunts and useful idiots...
A combination that is notoriously hideous...
Working overtime as usual...
And everything is like it's always been

And I can't blame them anymore
'Cause we make it easy for them all
We're so satisfied with platitudes
Kept tame with food, gossip, stress and news
And as the tyrants move their lips
We moan and bitch, then just get lit
Life's just a playground, a patience test
Let's face the facts
We're a mess

I said what I said