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What's the Point?
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Johnny McAndrews · Song
I don't have an encouraging answer every time the world asks for one.
October 17, 2025 · 4:54
From Kismet

Sometimes the news gets under my skin until even an ordinary morning feels difficult to face. I don't want to pretend I can turn that feeling into something hopeful on demand. There's anger in the question, too. If I were completely done caring, I don't think I'd still be asking.
In my head there's castles crumbling
Stone by stone they fall within
In the darkness, men are mumbling
Hide my thoughts beneath my skin
Lost the plot while thunder's rumbling
Thoughts and prayers are wearing thin
Pull the blinds, this storm is coming
The end is where we begin
Turn up the heat, temperature's rising
Can't escape, can't give in
Turn up the heat, everyone's fighting
But what does it mean to win?
What's the point of waking up again
When tomorrow's burned to the ground?
What's the point of waking up again
When hope is lost and can't be found?
What's the point of doing anything
When there's destruction all around?
What's the point of doing anything
When we suffer but make no sound?
Light a match and watch the flame take
All the faith inside of me
Take my voice and hear the glass break
War is not a symphony
Beat me down and feel my heartache
Where's polite society?
Poison the well and taste your mistake
Whatever's come is gonna be
Turn up the heat, temperature's rising
Won't give up, won't give in
Turn up the heat, America's dying
That place where we used to be free
What's the point of waking up again
When tomorrow's burned to the ground?
What's the point of waking up again
When hope is lost and can't be found?
What's the point of doing anything
When there's destruction all around?
What's the point of doing anything
When we suffer but make no sound?
Sunk below the dark horizon
Questioning my sanity
This madness breeds all around me
Like some butchered fantasy
Burning words on burning pages
You can't rewrite history
Laced with hate and profanity
We don't share reality
What's the point of waking up again
When tomorrow's burned to the ground?
What's the point of waking up again
What's the point of waking up again
When hope is lost and can't be found?
What's the point of doing anything
When there's destruction all around?
What's the point of doing anything
When we suffer but make no sound?
Sometimes I just wanna get high again
Sometimes I just wanna forget
What's the point of waking up again
What's the point of waking up?
Sometimes I just wanna get high again
Sometimes I just wanna forget
What's the point of waking up again
What's the point of waking up?
Sometimes I just wanna get high again
Sometimes I just wanna forget
What's the point of waking up again
When tomorrow's burned to the ground?
What's the point of waking up again
When hope is lost and can't be found?
What's the point of doing anything
When there's destruction all around?
What's the point of doing anything
When we suffer but make no sound?
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