Give Me Everything, Pitbull

Offending Lyric, revealing core philosophy:

"Tonight. I want all of you tonight
Give me everything tonight
For all we know we might not get tomorrow
Let's do it tonight
I want all of you tonight
Give me everything tonight
For all we know we might not get tomorrow
Lets do it tonight "

Core Philosophy:
Hedonism (esp. Egyptian,Carvakan)


Depressing translation, in light of philosophical lens:

Death can come at any moment. This would be no problem if I had a deep and abiding faith in God or an afterlife, but I don't (even if I claim to). If I did, the fact that I might die tomorrow wouldn't be much motivation for action in my life, especially action that defies God himself and spits in the face of what are widely believed to be his wishes for me in my life. I would have an eternity of perfect bliss to look forward to and wouldn't compromise it for anything. Life would be a meaningless pit-stop on the way to heaven, or at most a divine test of my moral fiber and the strength of my faith. But, again, I don't have a deep and abiding faith. The very idea of my impending death, then, does compel me to act. I assume that it compels others as well. Because I truly believe that after death comes an eternity of nothingness and that there really is no God, I begin to understand that the moral fabric of my society is relativistic and ultimately meaningless in the face of the boundless empty blackness of death and eternity. Its purpose is to facilitate the functioning of society as the short-lived machine that it is.  I shouldn't be bothered with this meaningless system of rules. This doesn't mean I am not bothered with it. Most of the time I am, because I am a part of the aforementioned machine and this system of rules and morals helps me facilitate whatever semblance of a life I've haphazardly put together, mostly by accident, hurtling through space on this mass of fire, water and rock. But since I am also aware that it is all a construct, I need not have any reverence for it at all, nor constantly obey it if I choose not to. With an endless nothingness fast approaching, sometimes I want to abandon the prison of the constructs meant to facilitate my slow race toward the edge of existence. Sometimes, I want to feel alive. I want to feel in control. Don't you, baby? Don't you feel the same? I know you do. I fucking know it. What I'm trying to say, baby, is let's get monster blitzed and sloppy fuck in the handicapped bathroom stall of the men's room of this vacuous, booming, ill-lit, overpriced, sticky-floored nightlcub (it's more roomy in there), so we can obtain some relief from the constantly gnawing fear of death that quietly haunts us daily. Let's forget about the tragedy that will eventually meet us all, if only for a few brief minutes (and they will be brief), tonight.