Billie Holiday - Gloomy Sunday (1941)

I stopped to think why on earth am I here for? Why in this world should we cry out for things we don't have? Are we really that disintegrated with reality? Doing things for the sake of money, for power and for freedom. We may not care so much about the consequences, but we're sure to reap what we sow, or just take anything that results in our inactions. We see things on the outside and pretend we didn't notice our own.