Can't see too much of the future

In this vacuum where I spend my days

A form of the usual functions

Cut then copy and paste

See me through, I need it too

I can't say much anymore

Afraid to say I need you too

I can't say much anymore

Fasten my belt in the back seat

I hear it saves lives

In the poll of the public opinion

We're agreed that we don't like to die

Wait in line for a veiled clock

It just ticks and it tocks

Pick a card, never made me see

That this way's not for me

I've been from fear to rage

I've been a mile away

I've been from fear to rage

I've been a mile away

I kiss you goodbye

If something's a goodbye