With The greatest of Ease:

Everlasting disaster spread like paper mache like plastered walls. Building a bridge to no where. Flying in the sky dreaming of going somewhere. Grounded by lead wings called regret. Going on with things we can't forget. This is something, but we are nothing. We are building great things, executing as we please. Mass genocide of trees. Be prepared to be choked by the so called mythical thing like "going green!". It must be that I am a sentimental being, there is no room for these. Constant consumption must be the key. Lets put that green in our pockets because these pockets have holes in them and can never be filled.