And Now for Something Completely Pessimistic

Today I'm building this life on this losing ground
Today I'm claiming how cool and simple existence is
Today this may be the only safety rope
That prevents my falling down
Falling into the apathy
This shit that makes me wanna hate the whole world

Will ink and bounds keep my life from falling apart?

But tomorrow anything can put an end to all this
But tomorrow how do I know that we'll all be in touch
But tomorrow it may be over
How can I know my hippie ideal we still stand
Aren't they bound to a bright future?

What will remain?