The Future
This is where the future died,
the X that marks the spot
Forgotten in the memoirs,
the echo of the shot
The seven page equation,
all adding up to nought
The empty bags and the til receipts,
the ghosts of what we bought
Yes, this is where the future died,
the point of no return
The answer to the question,
the forest left to burn
The escalating tension,
all monitored and tracked
Collated information,
communications tapped
Cos this is where the future died,
and people lost their minds
Snapshot of a species
that is running out of time
The secret conversation,
the fact that got ignored
The double cross, the cover up,
the crime that no one saw
Yes, this is where the future died,
and hope just walked away
Well if you have a god, then good,
cos now's the time to pray
The wheels are set in motion,
the end is drawing near
This is the location,
the future died right here
True Rebels
Your heroes always end up dead, when they're made of flesh and bone
And your problems won't diminish with every mile you choose to roam
It takes a lifetime just to learn the things, deep down you've always known
History will repeat itself, and true rebels always walk alone
No one else can fall so far as whoever's on the throne
And people tend to yeild the fruit of whatever seed they've sown
We all end up being imprisoned by the things we think we own
Trust is a transaction, and true rebels always walk alone
Cos you can fake it til you make it, or until your cover's blown
You can go out in the big wide world, or sit and hide at home
And you can work out your own take on things, or spend life as a clone
But when everything is said and done, true rebels always walk alone