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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 cant 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 From Letras Mania