The glass of something In the hands of someone And my reflection somewhere I don't know The day is over But I'm still thinking About nothing I'm getting older
And all the people Are making movies And someone watch them And then forget And the world in fire Good people dying And we don't care Don't give a fuck
The light of something In the eyes of someone It's my reflection At last I know The question told me: "Where is the sense?" I said: "I've lost it. I do my best."
My best can't do it It lost itself And I'm stop writing This is the end And the world in fire Good people dying And we don't care Don't give a fuck