And do what?

The global war is hotting up
The ecosystem’s' out of luck
Society is cracking up
And there are no answers to the questions that I'm asking
We've wasted all the energy
We're running out of history
And the solutions to the problems that I'm posing
Are categorically being ignored
Our swift demise is being assured
I'm nervous, tetchy, I'm appalled
I'm powerless, we're fucked -
I'm going out dancing
I'm going to lose myself in play
Let chemicals wash it away
I'm not going to rant
I'm going to rave
I'm going out dancing -
If powdered joy is all I've left
Without elation I am bereft
No reason we should sit and wait
For sanction - may we celebrate?
We'll raise our glasses, take a sip
Toasting the apocalypse -
If we're burning, then I'm going to fly
If we're drowning, well, I'm getting high
If the world ends in war
We might as well party
We'll vote for ourselves
Get high and mighty
Build towers of Babel
Watch them fall
Down will come baby,
Cradle and all.
And as Babylon crumbles and the dust comes near
We'll smell the hate
And feel the fear
Creeping in on all that we hold dear
And when the flames come close, we'll fucking cheer!
Because our bitter twisted hearts are broken
Ripped asunder, left wide open
The tears that well up in my eyes
Vain protest, pointless alibis
That scarcely banish my reaction
My complacency and my inaction
Atrocities I've sat and watched
Genocide, and other such
Ordinary, everyday
Crimes that fill our lives each day
I'm not brave, I'm not strong
The best I can manage is a protest song
I'm not wise and I'm not clever
And I won't risk my life - not ever
I won't leave my European home
To fight for peace in the danger zone
I can't fight back ‘cause I've been whipped
I can't feed the hungry or nurse the sick
Aggressive marketing hides my voice
I'm branded into a lifestyle choice
Stitched up by a Nike flash
Frittering my hard-earned cash
On escape routes for the heart and mind
I'm seeking out alternative kinds
Of company whispering undertones
Luring me away from home
Where under beats an inside music
I can dull that pain and lose it
Safe in rhythm, lost in a mix
More a bandage than a fix
Knowledge weak and conscience yearning
I can but fiddle while Rome is burning
Let it burn, let it bleed,
Let it ache, let it freeze
Let it sigh, let it simper
Will we snivel as we whimper?
It wasn't me, it wasn't mine -
It's not my fault, it isn't fair -
I didn't do it, I didn't see -
It's not my fault I wasn't there -
It isn't right or true or just
There's no denying, if feel we must
Luxuriate in privilege
Savour every second
A taste of every pleasure take
Turn these into our weapons
With wild hair and sweating limbs
We'll sing another kind of hymn
We'll raise our voices, elevate ourselves
Above the mass of hate
Above the bullshit, above the lies
Pride will fall but passion flies
High above and on forever
Watch and learn and never, ever
Lose your vision of the distance
Never guilty of assistance
Of working for the national debt
Or saving up for when it's wet
Throw all caution
Lose all care
The end is coming
Everywhere
The beginning is about to start
An idea nestling in your heart
Waiting for you, waiting for me
To dance that dream into reality.