The past is literally abstract
They concentrated hard to distract
The truth is an open-case closed
Buried alive six feet below

We keep wanting more and more
We are restless
We are recklessly restless
To this date we’re still at war
We are restless
We are recklessly restless

The present is certainly vague
Far is the next proximal plague
We are indifferent in our outcry
We all live our own lives to die

We run round in circles in a circle
We bend backwards to forward our goals
We go up and down to find how we started
And back to the dead end where we departed

The future is doubtfully clear
Courage is swallowed up by fear
The solid ground is built on quick sand
In this overcrowded no man’s land