It's okay if you don't want greatness,
It's okay if you choose cozy lameness,
You thought you weren't able enough,
So you thought it's okayy to be lazy enough,
You wanted to sit long in your beloved's nearness,
Watching lips , getting high on nakedness
But you see, maniacs rising, Don't you?
Children and women crying, dying.
It's okayy if you want another sex tonight,
But listen ,they are flying a bomber in your skies,
They really don't care who fucks and who dies,
In the mud,there'll be all bodies around,
And on a nearby board written Lost and Found,
And your TV still playing that shitty show,
Calling names, making money while you are buried deep below,
And you'll be dead like ants that you crushed for fun when kids,
And they'll make love over your stinking ungreat gigs,
You won't have time to see if your skin looks great for funeral,
You won't have time to put on that diamond jewel,
With your eyes shut down,...