No change, no pleasure, no jokes, no sexnNo choice, no morals, no ethics, no depthnNo color, no fight, no freedom, no lifenProfound creation, temptation is sweptnnI hear knocking on my doornnI wonder how it's possiblenThat I just sit here in my roomnWatching some TVnThinking of nothing and nothingnAnd I don't know hownDoes anybody have the nervenTo come to my doornAnd sell the world of GodnnI wonder what's the remedynAnd I can move on with my lifenBefore you people are throughnWith the extinction of the universennYou save the world from menI wonder who will be left over...