Set It Straight - Sort It Out

I can't find myself in this f**king mess, and it seems like they have found it all.
Can I hand my life into your grasp to see if you can sort it out?
The jewls, the fools, the music, it all means nothing in the end.
So would you like to join me in this shitty town?
How about I join you, in your kingdom, and see if you can sort it out?
Each day has passed so fast, so what's the rush? To lose our minds?
Now that we've come this far, where has it left us? Where did we start? Where will it lead us?
I think I know (back to the beginning).
Let's keep it simple, day by day.
Now that another day has passed us by, it's still the same, what's to say?