Retro-Futurist

Your retro is our future
Your future is our retro
We're too tired to fuck the future
Since you're still screwing the past
A bride for the dead groom
Hope you're insured well
Tomorrow's kids still live in yesterday
With the track all set in reverse

A child of 95 meets an adult of 14
Take the lives apart and see what you can find
In another shape or form we're talking
But if I talk backwards
Then you can see the past coming clearly
In a dead shape coming from the tomb
Somebody else enters back to the womb
Seems like a time when pyramids
Are shaping everybody's way of thinking

Retro-futurist become techno-paranoid
Spiralling for a deal of the good old days
Which never existed but life's no good now
It's becoming closer to the problem
I'm still thinking of all the things
You wish you could do with the world
But the things you want done involve
The things that help destroy the world
And it's just no good despite good intentions

Your retro is our future
Our retro is your future
The lines blur because we can't think anymore
And the style becomes something
We're all loving incestually
How I love the entity of silent parades
That don't mean much at all
Still looking for a deeper meaning
But why not call off the search
There's nothing there