five billion years, 
that’s what they said. 

5 billion years too soon.

all the songs ever written,
will have no one to hear them.
what’s the point in writing this one too?

because i can, 
because i can, 
because i can.

what’s the point in doing anything 
if it won’t do everything. 
that i want it to, 
and be what we need.

to try to save it all
from the greed.

feels like the world is frying,
when the grass is drying.
can you hear them lying 
to you while you’re crying?
when you’re home is dying,
whats the use in trying?

because i can, 
because i can, 
because i can.

what’s the point in doing anything 
if it won’t do everything. 
that i want it to, 
and i think that we need to 
try to save ourselves, 
and it can just be 
something for yourself. 
it always comes for free

do it for yourself, 
and the music and me.

do it for yourself, 
and the music and me.

do it for yourself, 
and the music and me.

do it for yourself, 
and the music and me.

do it for yourself, 
and the music and me.

do it for yourself, 
and the music and me.

do it for yourself, 
and the music and me.

do it for yourself, 
and the music and me.