They say it can’t last, it can’t last,
Killing the future to preserve the past,
When it all rushes by so fast,
What else is there, to outlast, outlast?

What else is there to be?
When you only know how to flee?
There is nothing else to be,
When you can’t hear, and you can’t see.

More power to them, to do their vying,
Leave me here, and I’ll do my dying,
my crying, my lying,
So long as they think I’m trying