All strung out

From all that staring at the future

Some new smile

Passes me and I follow it

Ten years from now

When my memory no longer suits you

Let it disappear

I'll know when because I saw its transit

Future Sick Ah Ah

Future Sick Ah Ah

Deep blue sleep

Gossips me about the future

Condescending me

With places people unfamiliar

If the world bled

I'd sleep well into its suture

Still I dream

I'll wake when things start to get peculiar

Ah Ah I know how it ends now

There's little you could do

Future Sick Ah Ah

Future Sick Ah Ah