Electrodome

Traveling to what hasn’t been
I’ve been busy looking in
And keeping up with demand multiplies
(It’s not an option) that won’t stop us
There’s a signpost up ahead
And it’s so close that you can almost touch it

Clear instructions
Self-destruction

Broadcast, televised
Pretty machines with distracting lights
(All amplified)
They suck us in, immobilized
(Taken over) empty inside
We’re absent, desensitized

I can see the future
And it sees right through us
Our reckoning

Running out of luck, deny it all you want
But the damage can’t be undone
I want to believe that something spiritual underliеs
And we’ll leave morе than amber fossils behind

Buried in the dust
But there’s just not
We all will rot
Storm clouds
Gathering around
There’s comfort in the calm before they fall
I can hear the sound
And it’s so loud
Ready to pour down on all of us

(It’s getting closer)
Mass hysteria

I can hear them coming in
Seven trumpets beckoning

It’s too soon
Without a trace
Banished to a resting place
With a view to laugh & watch
We can count down one by one

Nothing is enough for us
No, nothing ever was
When we surpass our pinnacle
Don’t forget to program in an applause

Embed it in the code
Do what you’re told
Don’t try to fight it, there is no use
Written by a python with no burden of proof
It’s not worth it, there’s nothing you can do

It’s in control of you
And down to numbers we’ll be reduced
Storm clouds
Gathering around

There’s comfort in the calm before they fall
I can hear the sound
And It’s so loud
Ready to pour down on all of us
(It’s getting closer)
Mass hysteria

I can see the future
And I choose to ignore it
I can see the future