Past, present, future
Make all of your plans as fast as you can
Press on with your insistance on nothing
Keep on dreaming
Flood the malls with your loose change
Water leaks and molds the carpet
Use the stench to wake up
Move forward
Demands placed and given up in an instant
Wills no longer clash
They are just written
The agression withheld and expelled only as remarks
Just an endless stream of letters
Write right or wrong
The matter is fruitless
Just unthinking and unending as frustrations mount
There never was a begining to it
Just a slow colmunation of events
They all lead to the goal of an army of burnt out husks
Spawn the next generation of all show and no bite
Even the embers of ideals will lose their glow after a time