Life, life, who's it, what's it
Tell me, what the f*ck are we doing here
As if by magic, magic, they've
Had it decided for us, that's how it is
Two arms, two legs, a brain that works
And that dies and dreams and hurts
Hands that break and that caress
A pair of breasts, a pair of buttocks
Life, life, I'm telling you, it's better
When it's dark and bright
When we don't write the rules of the game
We muddle through, we cheat a bit
In my view, it's better not to
Look for where we come from, where we're going
It'll be less lovely when we know
Then when we find out, what's left
I know nothing but I'm not scared
I watch the people who look elsewhere
I swipe the worst and the best from them
I make songs like a thief
Life, life, it's dumb sometimes
When for no reason, no blah-blah
It grabs those we love and leaves us here
With our questions on our hands
But where does it come from, those blows of fate
What's this stuff with death
Maybe we could come to an agreement
You're the one who stays and I'm the one who goes
Life, life, it's way too weird
It's the sketchiest of stories
Dreamed up by a kid who's playing
And who allows themself everything
In my view, you shouldn't fight
When you're not the one throwing the dice
It'd be less lovely if we knew
There'd be hardly anything left to dream
I know nothing but I'm not scared
I watch the people who look elsewhere
I swipe the worst and the best from them
I make songs like a thief
I know nothing but I'm not scared
I watch the people who look elsewhere
I swipe the worst and the best from them
I make songs like a thief
I sort the slaps still to come
I want the present, not the future
I fatten my rhyme and my melodies
I steal your desires, your trips and what connects you
I sort the slaps still to come
I want the present, not the future
I fatten my rhyme and my melodies
I steal your desires, your trips and what connects you