When the sun goes down
Optimism shuts its eyes
And sighs
– But the indifferent are alright
The abstract conditions of the real
Would shed tears if they could feel
Watch the decaying empire of fallacies
Collapse under the force of banality
–The indifferent are alright
The hierarchy of all things
Kneel to the intangible
Who does nothing in reply
– The indifferent are alright