Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Catapults
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malte Grätsch
Songwriter
Lyrics
There’s a current in everything
Building up towards a sickening reality
Too empathetic to ignore the facts
Not rich enough for the aftermath
I turn the heat off when I go to bed
And power down so you can power up your private jet
A countermeasure for good consciousness
Is our pathetic way to cover up this fucking mess
A drop of water in the overheating ocean
So what if I stop making my mind up
So what if I stop giving a shit
So what If I keep fighting the symptoms when I’m finding
no doctor who can promise the fix
Now there‘s that numbness again
We‘re so in over our heads
And it hurts like hell
Where is compassion where’s our courtesy
when everything I see is loss of humanity
You shout your truth against mine
The loudest voice ain’t always right
So what if I stop making my mind up
So what if I stop giving a shit
So what If I keep fighting the symptoms when I’m finding
no doctor who can promise the fix
There’s no shame in admitting defeat
no fault in standing up for what you believe
Did throwing fire to the flames ever change a thing?
Out of the furnace and into the rain
So what if I stop making my mind up
So what if I stop giving a shit
So what If I keep fighting the symptoms when I’m finding
no doctor who can promise the fix
Written by: Malte Grätsch