Let’s say the world was going to end five minutes from now
How would I leave my legacy to those in the future endowed
With the same knack of grasping the matter around
The far stretching universe that’s really so tightly bound
Perhaps it would endure in these few lyrics in verse
But I can’t help but feel my offering would be much too terse
What would those planet purveyors make of my legacy
Ultimately nothing, like everyone, it’s for naught, you see
And while I’m redundant it’s really that damn constant’s fault
I can’t hope to be deemed more important than those grains of salt
And while I say it doesn’t matter, inside it really gets my goat
But with twenty seconds left I’m afraid I don’t have the time to emote
