Future Sick کے بول

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