Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weltschmerz, artist - Fish. Date of issue: 12.03.2020
Song language: English
Weltschmerz |
| Please let me introduce myself I’m simply a man of our time |
| Confused and bewildered I seem to live without reason nor rhyme |
| Betrayed by a system I’d given up trying to change |
| Let me tell you now for nothing, I’m back in the game |
| I’ve gorged on the knowledge feasted on the digital feed |
| I’ve discerned through my wisdom that all cannot be believed |
| I’ve reached the conclusion that we have all been deceived |
| And that our freedoms and democracy are not what they seem |
| Weltschmerz, weltschmerz, weltschmerz |
| I am a grey bearded warrior, a poet of no mean acclaim |
| My words are my weapons that I proffer with disdain |
| My melancholy aspect is something you can’t disregard |
| My motives you cannot question nor my strong sense of right and wrong |
| I’ve formed the opinion that things can’t stay as they are |
| My anger and my fury trapped like a wasp in a jar |
| It’s never too late to make a brave new start |
| When the revolution is called I will play my part |
| Weltschmerz weltschmerz, weltschmerz |
| There was a time my moral compass was spinning out of control |
| I retired from the barricades, dug myself a very deep hole |
| I came to in a country I once considered a home |
| That has been lost to the scoundrels and the rogues and a circus of clowns |
| The heavens roll thunder, I raise my face to the rain |
| With my feet in cold ashes of all that remains |
| If we’d listened to the children and heeded their call |
| Risen to the challenge at an earlier bell |
| The fight isn’t over, this war still has to be won |
| On an unlevel playing field the conflicts rage on |
| Stand up to be counted, stand up to be heard |
| Stand up at the barricades stand up for your world |
| Weltschmerz — the homeless and starving |
| Weltschmerz — the bombed and the burnt |
| Weltschmerz — the poor and the lonely |
| Weltschmerz — the forgotten and spurned |
| The shells of cathedrals, the yellowing grass |
| The plum dark tornadoes, fluttering flags |
| The queues at the foodbanks, the raging typhoons |
| The gangs on the corner, the shadows that groom |
| The fading of dahlias, the forests of fire |
| The walls in the desert |
| The rapture is near |