Interlude
Lance Butters, Al Julian Asare-Tawiah
These are hard times
I don't even have to tell you that these are hard times
The world is changing
People don't have jobs and those that do
Are scared they're gonna lose 'em
The air is polluted, our food is full of poison
And all we do is stare at our phones waiting for a message
Anything to distract us, literally anything
These are hard times, hell
Even that's an understatement, it's insanity
It's like nobody knows what's true anymore
And it's like nobody cares
We live in our bubbles and feed on each other's lies
My sorrow, your sorrow, huh, what's the difference?
We just want to be left alone
Leave us to our games, our celebrity gossip, cheap thrills
And we won't complain, okay?
But just leave us the hell alone