Don't know, don't care.

How's that? 

(c) 

I can't believe what this is doing to me, 

I've seen so many cities fall down to their knees,

I'm begging you, 

please,

Don't bury me underneath their crumbled walls.

My barren thoughts weigh heavier 

Than the weight of our demands. 

I feel the pressure building up inside my head,

I feel the distance drowning me in my own sweat,

Cause I need the cold now,

It's my turn to roll out all the stops

And show that I know where I have to go. 

I've got to find my way back,

Retrace my steps so I can prove to you

That I'm alive. 

Crawling my way back to the place

I know that's meant for me to find my way back 

To find my way back home. 

(c) 

Было время, когда эта песня вдохновляла меня на другие вещи.

Настало её время пинать меня на подвиги другого масштаба. 

P.S. эпиграф не в тему. так, очередная напоминалка о том, что нужно быть мудрее, добрее и выше. ха.