The Coca-Cola people go to work, looking to buy a smile but no matter how many rands they grab, they’ll never be able to play guitar. Kids are in school to get miseducated, a wife sucking stress, getting medicated. And where did all your dreams go? Slipping out your head into other people’s flow. And when you stand in a crowd, do you know who you are? Or are you someone else’s eyes stacked in a big, black jar? The good times smell in the past. With tears that wreak it’s a future so bleak that it can only be called vast…and your vast future ain’t that appealing!