What Should We Do?

Here I am
Naked and bare, as I was born
This is all that remains
Of a fool, of a king
Who lived until the end
Of his golden paradise

Here you are
Solitary audience
To the play of a madman
Who gave it all away
Just to be free
Just to be free.

Oh, what is to come of this
Self made prophecy
Will there be room enough
For mindless self expression
I don't know
I don't know

Here we are
Different sides of the same page
Face to face, with nothing
But time
What will we do?
What will we do?
There's nothing but time
Savior of mine

What should we do?