Who are you who stands so tall,
Expects the world to heed your call,
I say yours is all for naught,
For your works are nothing.
5, 10, 20 years?
How long will your legacy last?
What will people remember you as,
When the world goes on the same?
For we are all oblivion
Nothing. Hypnotized by the dying light of the Sun
And until it goes out
Nothing we remain