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 it's 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 it's 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