Even if I die

and nobody cries

and my name's forgotten to time

I'd sleep just fine

Why should I care about my legacy

if I'll never get to bask in notoriety

and if it's inevitable that no one will remember me

Why should i live in a time where I'm not alive?

In this lonely world, where humans had reside

We were taught repeatedly that we mattered to time

ooh, but then, the truth made us realise

We'll die, and value won't save lives

Here we were, embedded in our consciousness

Fables sung to children all around

But who are we to say what's right and wrong at all?