Lyrics to Future Doom
"I can't seem to find the answer to anything about you"
The fingers dig deep to pull out what's within
The pulse of a monster, the creation of pain
Finally a voice of reason, one of many in the brain
A direction to shoot, one of many, yet the same
It's a series of veins
It's a new diabolical strain
A mass of cells beings to reign
One of many, yet the same
United mind, a hive design
It's the future
It's the future
Future doom
Motherfucker
Fuck it
The fingers dig deep to pull out what's within
The pulse of a monster, the creation of pain
Finally a voice of reason, one of many in the brain
A direction to shoot, one of many, yet the same
It's a series of veins
It's a new diabolical strain
A mass of cells beings to reign
One of many, yet the same
United mind, a hive design
It's the future
It's the future
Future doom
Future doom
Yet here we lay in a well painted maze
Can we ignore the flesh and reroute?
Humanity, an orchestrated mess
Yet here we lay in a well painted maze
Can we ignore the flesh and reroute?
Becoming the pain
Becoming the pain
Run away, finally pulls you under
I'll be with you here, face asunder
Run away, finally pulls you under
I'll be there to-
Becoming the pain
Becoming the pain
Becoming the pain
The fingers dig deep to pull out what's within
The pulse of a monster, the creation of pain
Finally a voice of reason, one of many in the brain
A direction to shoot, one of many, yet the same
It's a series of veins
It's a new diabolical strain
A mass of cells beings to reign
One of many, yet the same
United mind, a hive design
It's the future
It's the future
Future doom
Motherfucker
Fuck it
The fingers dig deep to pull out what's within
The pulse of a monster, the creation of pain
Finally a voice of reason, one of many in the brain
A direction to shoot, one of many, yet the same
It's a series of veins
It's a new diabolical strain
A mass of cells beings to reign
One of many, yet the same
United mind, a hive design
It's the future
It's the future
Future doom
Future doom
Yet here we lay in a well painted maze
Can we ignore the flesh and reroute?
Humanity, an orchestrated mess
Yet here we lay in a well painted maze
Can we ignore the flesh and reroute?
Becoming the pain
Becoming the pain
Run away, finally pulls you under
I'll be with you here, face asunder
Run away, finally pulls you under
I'll be there to-
Becoming the pain
Becoming the pain
Becoming the pain