Lyrics
The future was invented back when you thought you were human
Now it's only getting better every day that we forget
Everything is a commercial, we advertise our memories
We leave our shit on silver platters
And then we buy whatever's left
Empty life where you can be fine
It's every bastard for himself
The last century hasn't ended yet
Bring us the head of the king
The last century hasn't ended yet
It's every bastard for himself
The last century hasn't ended yet
Bring us the head of the king
The last century hasn't ended yet
The future was invented, and you might be the next
Life is like Monopoly
You're not old, you're obsolete
And you thought the last ten years was bad
