Lyric discussion by mothear 

Cover art for Albert Camus lyrics by Titus Andronicus

How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable it is to be young, dumb, and have lots of money... I know where some of that comes from -

'how weary, stale flat and unprofitable the world is' is one of Hamlet's lines... A similar sort of existential dread, I suppose.