Original lyrics by Alecho (AMC)

News again…
Same faces again…
…I can't stand it anymore.

It's on TV all day long,
Nothing I actually like anymore.
Just war and arguments and loud words
All the same.

They talk a lot but say nothing,
Selling us fear in the glare.
The same show on every channel
I'm switching it off… you can all go to hell.

And at some point, it's just too much,
I'm not playing this game anymore.

I'm fed up,
I don't like it anymore,
The whole thing is so awful,
I ask: What's the point of all this?

Prices keep rising,
My shopping basket is always empty,
You can't breathe when I fill up the tank,
But they keep spouting the same old crap:

"That's just the way it is, it has to be this way!"
There's no other way! Oh no!
They talk smart, explain a lot—
But nobody asks how I feel.

And at some point, it's all too much,
I'm not playing this game anymore.

I'm fed up,
I don't think it's great anymore,
The whole thing is so awful,
I ask: What's the point of all this?

Maybe I'm not perfect,
But I figured it out a long time ago:
When everyone only sees numbers,
You quickly forget how people feel.

I'm fed up,
I don't like this anymore,
The whole thing is so awful,
I ask: What's the point of all this?

I'm fed up,
I don't like this anymore,
The whole thing is so awful,
I ask: What's the point of all this?

I'm so fed up!
That's it—yes!

Maybe I'm being too emotional…
But honestly? I don't care!

Turn off the TV…
Go outside…
Take a deep breath…

…and think for yourself.