What's it all about, Nietzsche?

Is it just for the moment, is it real?

What's it all about, when you sort it out, Nietzsche?

Are we meant to take more than we give,

Or are we meant to be kind?

And if only fools are kind, Nietzsche,

Then I guess it is wise to be cruel.

And if life belongs only to the dead, Nietzscne

We must admit that nothing dead can be.

As sure as I believe there's no heaven above, Nietzsche.

I know we must cross over,

Something even non-believers can believe in…

How can we believe in love, Nietzsche?

Without true love we just exist, Nietzsche.

Until we make the death we missed,

We're nothing, Nietzsche…

When you walk, let your heart lead the way

And you'll go down any day, Nietzsche, Nietzsche…