Negative Prophet

 

 

Turning white in the shade
A gun made out of yesterday
Killing time, got RSI 
Crossing t's and doubting I's

Say it loud, speak of proof
Say it ten times, make it true
Sell it to the searchers, the beggars, the bored
Sell it before it’s sold to you

But the future is here
And the dawn that divides night and day is clear

Traded soul, time in lieu
Got a raise, got nothing to lose
Got my feet up on the chair
To stop the cold coming up my legs

Take a picture, take the pills
Use a filter, cure all ills
Took as much as I could fit
Onto my plate, into my hit

But the future is here
And the dawn that divides night and day is clear

A foetus blinking in the sun
Nobody told me we had begun
Rub snake oil into the wound
Praise the negative prophet with a positive tune
Tried to break the habits, tried to break the fall
But it all happened so slowly, like nothing was happening at all
Save your money, save your health, enslave your marriage, save yourself
Pick a course, pave the road, pay the mortgage, pull the load
Grab the young flesh while you have the chance
Put it all on black, rip up the card and steal the last dance
A naked oak, a white-picket cage
Prehistoric longings in a modern age
Well, I’ve been taking deep breaths, it’s been a while between shrinks
Up in the attic is a box of thoughts that I shouldn’t think
They will sell you a crutch, watch you limp away
They know you can run, they need you to stay
Sickly creatures on Satan’s earth
Trading in their rosaries and trying to buy some worth
An altered boy on his knees,
Screams “Oh God, do you believe in me?”

But the future is here
And the dawn that divides night and day is clear

Oh God, do you believe in me?