Religious iconography giving you the creeps?
I feel rougher than a disco lizard tongue along your cheek
The rise of the machines
I must admit you gave me something momentarily
In which I could believe
But the hand of harsh reality's un-gloved
The way some science fiction does
Reflections in the silver screen of strange societies
Swamp monster with a hard-on for connectivity
The ascension of the cream
Mass panic on a not too distant future colony
Quantitative easing
I want to make a simple point about peace and love
The way some science fiction does
The way some science fiction does
I've got the world on a wire
In my little mirror, mirror on the wall
In the pocket of my raincoat
(Dedilhado da última estrofe)
May well just end up too clever for its own good
The way some science fiction does
