Watch the world blow up in flames—
Watch the clouds of men who fight
History’s blades with their bare hands—
Who cares, who cares?
Specks of time—the sky is vast
And my TV screen seems so far apart—
Who cares, who cares, who cares?
Sweet is the taste of oblivious rest
Lost in a mist of irrelevant lust.
Timeless is the dumbness of the cold mass
And the solitude of the best—
Things will change without my help.