The Future Of What

the future of what

New Energy

where's your energy, there's no energy, where's your energy, there's no energy.
desperate kicks, faster still, what about the future of what it is?
state your age, set the stage, start a fire for something new.
where's your energy, there's no energy, where's your energy, there's no energy.
desperate kids, nasty / sick, what about the future of what it is?
state your rage, wreck the stage, funeral pyre for something new.
where's your energy, there's no energy, where's your energy, there's no energy.
desperate kicks, faster still, what about the future of what it is?
what it is, what it is, what it is, what it is?

Demolished

it's such a sad thing, but not a bad thing, when something's haunting your sacred scene.
and what's the purpose of getting drunker when something's missing the second time?
nothing changes how it used to be.
afraid to dismiss, we have to insist that broken windows aren't broken hearts.
i found the secret: we're bound to forget.
there's a party on the east side, can i get a ride?

Natural Disasters

i anticipate to eradicate what i thought before, could it be too late?
for exploding minds are not too kind, and burnt down youth is never true.
i'm on a subway to a place i can't pronounce but at least i didn't pay.
a train of thought for a movie plot starring me and you insane.
can i tempt you with natural disasters?
now we move along, plot not as strong. my hurricanes and damaged trains
are getting old from what i'm told. does life depend on wreckaged (goods)?
i'm on a subway to a place i can't pronounce but at least i didn't pay.
a train of thought for a movie plot starring me and you insane.
can i tempt you with natural disasters?

Re-enact The Crime

every single word you say, every single thing you touch, every time you think again, is everything you used to miss.
there you are, criminal.
account for the pain, record it this time. do it all over again. re-enact the crime.
blueprints ordered, foolproof timing, cutthroat tactics: the perfect crime.
every single word you say, every single thing you touch is constant ringing in your ear.
thinking on the matter will reveal: do you really want to murder me?
is it something that the plot conceals? ask the criminal.
account for the pain, record it this time. do it all over again. re-enact the crime.
blueprints ordered, foolproof timing, cutthroat tactics: the perfect crime.

Equally Stupid

sick sick sick sick
sick of intention, full of pretension.
collectors items, don't ever buy them.
massive attention. fond of infection.
newcomer dances, absent romances.
it never meant a thing to the mocking class.
blank stares, supply and demand, iron out the past.
this or that. this or that. this or that. this or that.
the kids are all bastards, they come out of nowhere.
just like their heroes they subtract to zero.
equally stupid, equally stupid, equally stupid, equally stupid.
it never meant a thing to the mocking class.
blank stares, supply and demand, iron out the past.
this or that. this or that. this or that. this or that.

Descension

another episode behind the tainted screen. a choking victim of it's own vomit, naturally.
a scary horror show that starts to speak too slow, and then it makes it clear that it will disappear.
we're always sinking. an endless circle.
we're always sinking. an endless circle.
another heart attack, so never turn your back on other sightless sights, on all the endless nights.
it never occured to you when always looking up that when it gets to you, nausea will resume.
we're always sinking. an endless circle.
we're always sinking. an endless circle.
an awful feeling. an awful feeling. an awful feeling. an awful feeling.
moving forward, nothing's over.
static sentence; soundless, anxious.
no momentum, no dilemma.
never stated, nothing's sacred.

Accidents On Purpose

actors, bastards, factory workers.
it was an accident. it was an accident.
beauty parlors. racecar drivers.
it was an accident. it was an accident.
we all make mistakes. we think it is fun. we leave them by choice.
we try to say it was an accident.
certainly circumstance.
simply unfortunate.
it was an accident.

Petals Like Bricks

head full of bricks to throw off a cliff.
no plan or direction, just aim for a section.
in the course of the action there is no reaction.
no windows ever broken, attentions never stolen.
would you ever ever ever try? no i'd never never never, why?
would you ever ever ever try? no i'd never never never, why?
with a chance begins the romance of living artifice,
just like falling bricks,
and dying in the season, for a simple reason,
to swear by all the flowers in the failing hours.
will you ever ever ever know? no i'll never never never, no.
will you ever ever ever know? no i'll never never never, no.

Here Come The Dogs

clocks stop ticking everyday. sounds stop ringing hopelessly.
damned if you do, damned if you don't, you might believe in something else.
extensions of the ancient bombs, expressions in the age of what it seems.
here come the dogs! here come the dogs!
damned if you do, damned if you don't, you might believe in all of this.
first of the last nocturnal songs. anyone's anything from nothing.
here come the dogs! here come the dogs!

Disappoint

do introductions all sound the same?
do interruptions always create the play?
ever want "the point of no return"
or do you like the way it burns?
i never want to dive inside this heart of mine having no idea what ever happened to...
i'll disappear i won't know it's true.
disapointed in me, disappointed in you.
disillusion wouldn't be the end,
cause a different time wouldn't be so cruel.

Swan

art wrong, swan song, no fun in sun, cake walk, fake talk, burn hot, bad plot, sick thought, fucked up, what now? satan, burning, sun tanned rock fan, plastic, violent, rising.
for what i see is the end is the end
and what i see is the end is the end of the end.
what i see is the end is the end
and what i see is the end is the end of the end.
too long, god's song, swan dive, my life, sore eyes, dead flies, my soul, white lies.
for what i see is the end is the end
and what i see is the end is the end of the end.
what i see is the end is the end
and what i see is the end is the end of the end.


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This document last updated 16 August 1997