Third-person perspective
Am I really here right now?
Being forced into new habits
Influential power
The world might be ending in five years
No one knows how to help
No one really cares about you
Busy taking care of themselves
Nothing to do but live
Sometimes you find the joy in it
Sometimes you don't
Hope that somehow it turns out okay
There is no objective truth
A valid argument for every angle
Nothing is real
In an everlasting tangle
Nothing to do but live
Sometimes you find the joy in it
Sometimes you don't
Hope that somehow it turns out okay
Turning into a worse person
Worn out by years of listening
A flower withering
Under the scrutiny