Lyrics:
I just got back, gave up chase
In from the future, an alien place
She said, "sit down, and tell me about tomorrow..."
My dirty shoes, my circuit
child
They can't even come face to face and share smiles
Raining pure pain on her life by staying distant
Like she spawned a fucking anti-christ
planed to step upon the culture of enigma
Egyptian heritage rise in the surface of nowadays
A land dressed in its divine tranquility
Now stigmatized by
the future fate.
Oh silphs, inhabitants of the Air,
Be the mediators between me and the immaterial beings
By Paralda dominated
So that I may decipher
hotline
Dial 1-900 Free-Ya-Mind, Da Last Future, call us up if ya blind
We don't need a phone to communicate with minds
It's Hell Razah, hello my psychic
The man from the north and the man from the south
One by the brain, one by the mouth
Climb through the tube into the cube
Of the perspex Japanese garden
Good news for beautiful people
Watching the world go by
Make love in the middle of a warzone
Hey, you’re never gonna die
Don’t rock the boat
the west
And let the rest of the world go by
Is the future to hold just struggles for gold
While the real world waits outside
Away out on the breast
will know
Your eighteen years have passed you by
Look forward to the future but remember the past
Was it the time of your life?
You have always been
The act of death is certain, it's your right to want to know
What lies beyond this world and what awaits your future now
[Chorus]
Waiting for
Son Right Now
[At Mc Chaos' Palace, the music faded away. Warnely embraced by his father, the baby was falling sleep again. Mc Chaos was putting all
the west
And let the rest of the world go by
Is the future to hold just struggles for gold
While the real world waits outside
Away out on the breast
a new religion
Never knowing its side.
Angels, angels, a new god is rising
Like blood that is burning.
Feel no sorrow if I have you by my side.
the desert sand
Whirled up by the feet of war
A mournful eye in isolation
Blinded by a silent spell
Slaved to my debility
My future in those hands
That
the west
And let the rest of the world go by
Is the future to hold just struggles for gold
While the real world waits outside
Away out on the breast
turn, until you turn insane"
Aching hours and aching days with the Idler, the Prophet and a girl called Rain
The Prophet he was smokin' by the well
clearly
Don't wanna look the future straight in the eye
Time passes by, I just up and die
Life plays a game that I know I can't win
Deadlines, commitments
comes moms won't get up?
Is it because that lit been did up
By too much cut up in stuff that shit can't even set up
Fed up by my own clothes cause she
As the sun goes down, I move around
Keeping to the shadows
Life, hangs by a thread
And I've heard it said, that I'll not see tomorrow
If that's
This bitter blessing demanded by my oath
Lord Apollo hear my cry!
Great God of the seven seas, great God of the sky
Hear me now as I ride down this
forever
I hear you talk to me about the future
But you're just fooling me with your lies
Once you said that it would last forever
With you by my side,
the west
And let the rest of the world go by
Is the future to hold just struggles for gold
While the real world waits outside
Away out on the breast
the west
And let the rest of the world go by
Is the future to hold just struggles for gold
While the real world waits outside
Away out on the breast
ain't exactly my idea of a laugh
And when there's no fun no freedom no future
Is marching round in jackboots really going to suit you
Or going on your
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