Daily distractions lose their grip
and suddenly it hits

Fuck,
What is it with this world?
Seems like an absurdist sketch,
(monstrously grotesque)
Everything is wrong, wrong, wrong ,wrong

Whaaa!
Alienation attacks
Twisting the knife in my heart,
All we’ve done has failed, failed, failed, failed

More ego, more plastic, more shit we don’t need
Social lives counted in likes
Hyperreality
It can not, it will not, it should not..!

There’s no way to state that the world is not fucked,
Nor do I think that it will be alright,
But hey there are more of us equally lost,
You’re not alone, you’re not alone

So come join the dropouts, free-spirits and punks
the renegades and misfits, the twisted and sweet kids
We’re in this together and we will be there,
You’re not alone, you’re not alone

Explanation
This is the most emo song I ever wrote (hence the title). I wrote it after a conversation with my mother that was intensely sad in many ways and yet made me feel so much closer to her that it was beautiful as well. My mum has had a rough life, a life that was sometimes so hard to deal with and still she struggles with periods of depression. One day she was sad and miserable and I asked her what was wrong. She stared through the window, and with a voice filled with intense despair answered “I just… I do not get this world… I understand it less and less…” Her answer struck me, as her feeling of alienation was something I relate to deeply. And I told her this, and how I completely understood. But she shook her head slowly. “No”, she said, “you do not understand. Back in the days, in the sixties, we really thought that we were changing things for the better, that the world was going to be different, less materialistic, less egoistic. But instead - it just became more of that all, it became worse.” I will never forget the sad, sad look in her eyes as she turned her face towards me and added: “We failed. It failed.” And I did not know what to say. I could not offer her anything to comfort her, I could only agree. But then I realized there was something that keeps me going when the weight of this shitty world seems to crush me. It is the realization that I am not alone in this, that there are people around me who feel as alienated as I do from this world, that there are friends and partners in crime. It is remembering that I am still part of something, of many people trying to make a difference. And all I could do was reassure her that she was not alone in her despair, and that there are still people who feel the same. I encouraged her to find them. Because often this is all we have - the comfort of having partners in crime. And it is a lot, really, it has often saved me. So this is not only for my sweet mum, but for all of you who feel lost and desperate with the state of the world - you’re not alone. ♥