I couldn't tell you what I'm here for,
For all these people who are dear to me?
Who think cruel thoughts just the same as me?

I couldn't tell you what I'm here for,
Believe me, going outside makes it all less clear.
For I see these things, working for one another.

I forget..who am I working for again?
For all these things that were here before me?
For all these things knowing life without me?

Well, tell me: did you know a life before the trees?
The Sun, the Arts?
No, because they are the need.

I am not the need.