Who is that stranger standing there
With that cold, contemptuous sneer?
He scorns the world, his dark glare
Calls us all fools, calls none "friend"
And deeply he hides his truths and fears.

He claims he will not care if the whole world ends:
That the entire world could die
And he would never attend
The funeral, nor ever see
The bodies -- he claims he would never cry.

He claims to not care for me,
Says that life has no meaning
And he wants all to cease to be --
How can I face looking
At my face in the mirror there?

- Josh MacLeod (1999)