The Futurist Lyrics

I slide into a fugue

I did not give you anything that I didn't want you to have

I am now detached from all of my regrets

Writhing here in a scuzzy bath

Now I want for it to come to life

A future bright

Belonging to machines in blue light

Like a loathsome animal

I'm persuaded now so easily of all of my exigent thoughts

Body politic is ready for a close-up

Won't take long to reach its deepest shade

Now I want for it to come to life

A future bright

Belonging to machines in blue light

I dial into the wavelength

Hear an expansive ocean churning elsewhere

Individual destinations are a strange irony

As the planets move closer together

Our entire scene is a looping simulation

An inexhaustible ending

Your sleeplessness is reflected in walls of glass

Gradually, that fixed black star is displaced

Now I want for it to come to life

A future bright

Belonging to machines in blue light

A clean experience, so radiant

And I see myself gleaming

One of them