The Future was a Plane through a skylight
Over Tribeca at 8:45
My brother, at a conference room table
Watched the future rearrange all our lives.
Pre-Chorus
I was sleeping in her bed for the future
1st & 20th, five miles away
Her roommate knocked, he was a relative stranger
"Kev, I need you to come out here, okay?" "Okay."
Verse
"Update the database, reflect the deceased."
Cantor Fitzgerald as a digital graveyard
Next to each name, I typed a lowercase "d"
Pre-Chorus
I was frightened by the face of the future
It had the teeth of perpetual war
I called my father, he said, "I know, I see it.
I thought it made sense. I don't anymore."
The mosque on my corner
The firetrucks everywhere
The anger, The mourners
No History, it's dead in the air
Interlude
Verse
"We are supported by the will of the world."
From the floor, I felt everything tilting
I watched my brother hold his 10 month old girl
Pre-Chorus
Fifteen years later, and we're still in the future
The blood and money don't fix anything
We've grown accustomed to the depths of the danger
This is the future: severe and always happening
The mosque on my corner
The firetrucks everywhere
The anger, The mourners
No History, it's dead in the air
Outro
No History, it's dead in the air