Which way can it be,

What happens next?
Does it really matter

Anyway?

I hear the clock tick by

"Tower of London" chimes.

I am reminded

When life dragged on,

Life dragged on

In this self-same song.

This is where you belong.

Join me in this song.

I call you

Four digits to a dorm

I cannot seem to leave you,

To leave you alone.

I am weary to the bone.

Where is your sympathy for me?
Shed your common courtesy

And join me in song,

Join me in song.

I talk to you now

Wondering with such baited breath.

What will become

What is now left

Of my being.

Is this nothingness

Some Kierkegaardian

Malaise

To haunt me through my days.

Does it really matter anyway?

The devil cries out for more

More payment,

More blood spilled

As the tanks roll on.

The Shah topples

And I ultimately grapple

With who I am

And where I will be.

This you see, in sympathy

Is what will become of me.

I still need some courtesy

While the Devil dances

To the tune of ten thousand

Marching feet, marching drums.

The world is undone.

What happens next?