I used to be the guy that used to ask
Again and again the same questions
Is there a god? Does it all make sense?
Is my life on the right direction?
I used to be the guy that used to think
That living is a kind of problem
Why just me? Why why?
And all the problems I would like to solve them
Life in its complexity
Confuse me with intensity
Of riddles all around
So I choose simplicity
And self-explaining clarity
Here᾽s the truth I᾽ve found
We᾽re falling falling to the strife
For the peace we᾽ll never find
So welcome to my simple life
Guess I᾽m not the fighting kind
Everything false and everything fake
Is predestined to fall
Remember when something couldn᾽t be easily said
It᾽s not worth saying at all
Surely there are little trivial things
That made us pessimistic
Now after all the complications
Simple life seems quite mystic
Life in its complexity
Confuse me with intensity
Of riddles all around
So I choose simplicity
And self-explaining clarity
Here᾽s the truth I᾽ve found
We᾽re falling falling to the strife
For the peace we᾽ll never find
So welcome to my simple life
Guess I᾽m not the fighting kind