Travelin' to what hasn't been
I've been busy looking in
And keepin' up with demand multiplies
(It's not an option) that won't stop us
There's a signpost up ahead
And it's so close that you can almost touch it
Clear instructions
Self-destruction
Broadcast, televised
Pretty machines with distracting lights (all amplified)
They suck us in, immobilized (taken over)
Empty inside
We're absent, desensitized
I can see the future
And it sees right through us
Our reckoning
Running out of luck, deny it all you want
But the damage can't be undone
I wanna believe that something spiritual underlies
And we'll leave more than amber fossils behind
Buried in the dust
But there's just not
We all will rot
Storm clouds gathering around
There's comfort in the calm before they fall
I can hear the sound
And it's so loud
Ready to pour down on all of us
(It's getting closer)
Mass hysteria
I can hear them coming in
Seven trumpets beckoning
It's too soon, without a trace
Banished to a resting place
With a view to laugh and watch
We can count down one by one
Nothing is enough for us
No, nothing ever was
When we surpass our pinnacle
Don't forget to program in an applause
Embed it in the code
Do what you're told
Don't try to fight it, there is no use
Written by a python with no burden of proof
It's not worth it, there's nothing you can do
They're in control of you
And down to numbers we'll be reduced
Storm clouds gathering around
There's comfort in the calm before they fall
I can hear the sound
And it's so loud
Ready to pour down on all of us
(It's getting closer)
Mass hysteria
I can see the future
And I choose to ignore it
I can see the future
And I choose to ignore it
I can see the future
And I choose to ignore it
I can see the future