This is the future
On the fast forward button
The fiction that we have become
To chemical comfort we succumb
The tower conjures compulsive minds
In an hourglass set to confine
Fruits of symbolic hallucination ripe
Random illusions recede before fatiguing eyes
Triggering relapsing seizures undefined
Feel it
Feel it calling from deep within
Obsession crawl beneath permeating the skin
Like impinging flashes of shredded images
At the heart of an implanted dependency
In a requiem strung with dissonant sounds
Awakened from void dreams of cold sweat we drown
As lattices of neon pulse unfold
Into the sky above enveloped
Tuned to the statics of a dead channel
Aloft in the heavens this mold
We called the bubble
This is the future
On the fast forward button
The fiction that we have become
To chemical comfort we succumb
Intoxicate the crowd
Gods among us beneath radiant clouds
New order arise from ever dark
Hear a voice from within not a sound
At last we conquered the pity moral of man
For centuries we failed to claim the powers at our command
Bleach the shameful past
Bleach the shameful past
This future is the last
Bleach the shameful past
This future is the last
