SO WHAT 

 night in the city of salon strivings
 night has pulled on a virginal veil
 do you feel the octanes in your blood
 do you feel the rumble of the pressure in
 your head

 so what

 are you waiting for something strong
 really worthwhile
 for the impulse that sets things into
 motion
 think hard
 at any moment orthodox vultures will
 press forward

 so what
 two words are enough
 fuck off

 the beast has a hundred faces
 and while you drink and walk embraced
 in the darkness
 and while you're caressed by rough
 hands
 and while you lick split lips

 so what

 and then god's sirens stop the flow
 and the traffic lights strive to shine at a
 minimum
 only strangers stride forward
 and life settles like milk in a glass

 so what
 two words are enough
 fuck off