" Regardless "

Regardless of what happened in the past
Or of all the things that never last,
He hides his head between his knees
And dream his life away with the bees.

Then she comes over with her hands on her hips
To claim from death these words coming out of his lips
And to make sure that, once again, he knows
From which side the lethal wind blows.

Play it hard or do it slow,
And let the grown mind flow.
Into the sea the into the ocean
Of what we call today destruction.