Screw the past, future or present
Time is elusive and transparant
Do everything quick or the tempo you prefer
Life will be gone before the wealth is even deserved
Take that trip, fuck it up quick,
Lose that bitch, save yourself from getting sick
Work that day to day job,
Whatever fills your minds labor
Excuses for the swearing
It's only for caring
About this certain problem
About people devolving
Into these mass producing machines
Life isn't all it seems to be
So close your eyes and take a sigh
For hopefully your eyes will be open by the end of the night