Midjourney prompt: I feel the top of the roof come off Kill everybod...

I feel the top of the roof come off Kill everybody there And I'm watching all the stars burn out Trying to pretend that I care But I didn't, no one ever does And I would, no one ever will Can't you see it's all flown out of my hands? And our clothes are all too often ripped And our teeth are all too often gnashed And it lasts as long as it possibly can But I just don't, but I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all And I just don't, and I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all