Message To The Future

By Hyperaptive

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[Verse 1]

Dear listener, I'm recording-this-tape

For you play back at any time, or-any-place

Whether to me you're an advanced, or still an ordinary-race

Whether the world I know thrives, or it morbidly-breaks

I'm hoping this message'll-last

A way for you to revisit your inaccessible-past

I wish knowing your life was more than a guessable-task

And I could see your world, but here's an impression-of-ours

We just past our millennia's-birth

Another thousand years many-have-worked

Died, tortured, lied, to have control over any-of-Earth

Now we're settled in our various-turfs

But is settled the word?

I wouldn't say we're too stabilized

Though that's the view in most of my 1st world neighbours-eyes

Living unaware, consumer driven labour-lives

With no sign a smarter age'll-rise

Unless we sway-the-tides!

Some say we're entirely-lost

That we try and see our future maniacally-squashed

Just quietly-watch

The I.Q of society-drop

It's like our leaders want intellect and sobriety-blocked!

Just keep your values materialistic

And if you ain't chasing money then you're merely-a-misfit

Fuck changing the world, that's nowhere near-realistic

If life's deeper than this, it's clear-we-all-missed-it...


[Hook]

But by the time you're hearing this tape

This world could be a dream, just an inferior-place

Maybe we're long gone, leaving merely-a-trace

Maybe we grew strong with superior-traits

But if this is in theory-a-taste

Of what can come from this intellectually weary-a-race

Then I wish that I could vanish from this year-and-be-placed

In a time where all the problems I see here-are-erased


[Verse 2]

We are dust in an ocean-of-stars

Yet that we're advanced is one of the notions-of-ours

Blind to the galaxies, hence our devotion-to-mars

Trapped in the system, falling down the same slopes-from-the-past

And we've barely passed the ravages

Of world wars, a bit further back and the average-is

Arranged marriages

And war-torn-savages

Last century it was candles and horse-drawn-carriages!

But in the last century-alone

We've achieved more in terms of the lengths-we-have-grown

Than our entire evolution's essentially-shown!

We're aliens to our ancestors rudimentary-bones!

And with the technology that's sure-to-rise

I can only guess, but barely fathom the sort-of-lives

That you may be living, we could soon be immortalized!

The fact I'm probably gonna miss it all leaves me mortified!

Stuck in the most crucial era-we-face

Our fates

Hang on the right moves or errors-we-make

Cause the worlds of utopia and terror-we-base

So much fiction on, ain't necessarily-fake

Our potential is limitless

Fuck nay sayers, disbelievers and cynisists

Cause in centuries to come we'll all be primitives

This world's a mystery with no room for difinitives...


[Hook]


[Verse 3]

The past was once painted and described-in-words

But we're the first, to truly have our lives-preserved

Each caught in the web, having our lives-observed

Letting the future forever see how our lives-occurred

Makes me wonder who's playing-this-back

A thousand years from now will you hear what I say-in-this-track?

And if it is staying-intact

How much of what I've spoken will still weigh-in-as-fact?

Cause with the change Earth's-seen

In the last millennia, 3013

Will be far removed from what people hearing this first-deem

To be normality, something like an absurd-dream

Are you under government policies?

Are there still murders, poverty fueled robberies?

Do you still hold capitalistic ideologies?

Are there countries? Or are they just forgotten oddities?

Do you still kill each other in colonies?

Do the majority, still follow religious prophecies?

Do you use the money of our economies?

Are you still taught there can't be equality?

Cause right now, I see us as prenatal-at-best

A new born species, in it's first capable-steps

Unsure if our future will bring good or fatal-effects

I just wish that I stay for the rest...


[Hook]