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We're lost, it seems
Somewhere in the in-between
Can no one see
Where the hell we are going?
As the days go by faster and faster with no sign of slowing down
We're all living in a crazy world
We're all living in a crazy world
It's so easy now to lose your soul
It's so easy to forget the whole
Point of why we're even here
Cause we're all living in a crazy world
We're lost at sea
Drowning underneath the waves
We sow these seeds
and copyright ‘Jesus saves’
We all have dreams
That get lost along the way
Torn at the seams
They fade and begin to fray
As the days go by faster and faster with no sign of slowing down
We're all living in a crazy world
We're all living in a crazy world
It's so easy now to lose your soul
It's so easy to forget the whole
Point of why we're even here
Cause we're all living in a crazy world
This crazy world
Has gotten so fucked up
There's nowhere else to go
To get away from everyone
We're all living in a crazy world
We're all living in a crazy world
We're all living in a crazy world
It's so easy now to lose your soul
It's so easy to forget the whole
Point of why we're even here
Cause we're all living in a crazy world
Living in a crazy world
Living in a crazy world
Living in a crazy world
(Fade out)
This has the feel of a raw
This has the feel of a raw outcry: equal parts existential lament and rallying observation. It leans into a kind of modern disillusionment, confronting a world that’s spinning too fast, where meaning slips through the cracks of overstimulation and noise. The repeated line “we’re all living in a crazy world” acts like a heartbeat, anchoring the verses with weary recognition. Here also is real poetry in how it mixes the personal with the universal—“We sow these seeds / and copyright ‘Jesus saves’” captures both spiritual yearning and cynicism about commercialization. And that line: “It’s so easy now to lose your soul,”cuts deep. It doesn’t accuse; it admits. A confession that survival sometimes means compromise. The song doesn't offer solutions, and maybe that’s the point. It’s a mirror held up, not to romanticise the chaos, but to call it what it is. And still, through its repetition and pulse, there’s a shared humanity in the madness.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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I love and appreciate your
I love and appreciate your feedback on this one. Such a great breakdown through another reader's eyes. I'm so glad you took the the not only to read this, but to give such a well versed response. It truly means a lot. Thank you redbrick