Twenty-Four is about the feeling of growing up physically and mentally but still feeling like you have not figured the meaning of your existence. It's about feeling like you haven't found what you want to do with your life even though you try to find your way every day. It's also about this question : what are the values you want to die for, since everything and everyone contradict themselves and nothing seems interesting anymore? In the end it's about being disillusioned by the western civilizations lifestyle.
Twenty-four and still nothing to die for • Wasting my life searching for something more • Life seems to have no fucking meaning • in a world where money is king • All I see are empty fucking faces • and nothing I can relate to • But you know it’s all one big rat race • in which no one will ever care about you • I thought I was going down the right avenue • but it was too good to be true • Tried out so many fucking things • but nothing gives me the right feeling • Twenty-four and still nothing to die for • Wasting my life searching for something more • Feels like I’m putting my life on a shelf • everyone moving forward but myself • Stress slowly grinds my gear • My courage is slowly drowned by fear • Stress slowly grinds my gear • My courage is slowly drowned by fear