i just got back, gave up chase

in from the future, an alien place

she said, "sit down, and tell me about tomorrow..."

my dirty shoes, my circuit face

my memory wouldn't leave one trace

synthetic lore - technology holds the sorrow



my hands are all dirty from a polymer war

there are pieces of me lying on the floor

it's the excuse that i use - the antennea was loose

and now i'm suffering from radiation blues



so let's cut through it

before we lose it again

cut through it

before we lose it again



i just got back, there are things to face

the loyalties have all been replaced

the bottom dollar - the cutting is hard to swallow

the civilized, the civil eyed

a strugle in the empire that died

but what remains is not too hard to follow



they choked it all with their very own hands

by making the same old selfish demands

my fighting it fails, betrayed by wealth

because i cannot save the world if i can't save myself



so let's cut through it

before we lose it again

cut through it

before we lose it again