Pat the Bunny - Make total destroy

I'm growing old in rooms full of kids with unruly hair cuts, taking what comfort we can in the fact that every empire's days are numbered...man. But I don't think that I can count that high. I should have paid better attention in school or something, because I feel like there's something that I don't know and if I could just jam it into my skull, I could stand to live somehow. But I don't know. The fact is I'm 2.7 decades into a growing ambivalence. I could count on no hands how many fucks I'm giving. Or is it a million? Are "god" and "void" equivalent? Are we making total destroy, or just making a living? And I know that Rome wasn't burnt in a day, but it couldn't have been more than a week. And I know that the children of barbarians become the new tax collectors and priests. So I don't know. I suppose we've been rolling since the world was round, and time makes dust of what we can't tear down. And I suppose dead bodies make soil of the ground. But what about what we do now? I'm growng old in rooms full of kids with unruly hair cuts, taking what comfort we can in the fact that every empire's days are numbered...man. But I don't think that I can count that high.