The Subtle Art of Staying Sane ft. Ivan Sukharev Lyrics

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