Lex Fridman Performs Song Inspired by His Veteran Grandfather

Don't get in your own head man, let it go My granddad was a soldier On the fronts in 41 The bullets took his brothers But his stubborn luck held on The sky was filled with fire Millions lost in flames Hate and love were all there And the world never the same Some days will sink in sadness And the weight of them to the top Don't lose yourself to madness The way out is low When the New York towers crumble We were all New Yorkers too For a moment all just human Not the same old red or blue And the wicked will go on scheming For the power in the pain But the heart that longs for freedom Is a fire they'll never tame Some days will sink in sadness And the weight of them to the top Don't lose yourself to madness The way out is low The virus took our comfort That was never ours to own When the enemies inside us Were together but alone This life is so damn fragile A leaf caught by the wind But every breath that's tragic Ignites a hope within Some days will sink in sadness And the weight of them to the top Don't lose yourself to madness The way out is low