Traveling to what hasn’t been

I’ve been busy looking in

And keeping 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 want to believe that something spiritual underliеs

And we’ll leave morе 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 & 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

It’s 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