The Future Disease - The Autumn Offering

Morphed into another life, like a sick, sick dream come true

Alternate reality, an impossible fantasy

I cannot be a slave in this society

To ease your pain, I will say it’s not meant to be

A link to our future, it’s been breaching our past

Blank screens, filled with dreams

Inconsistencies, inhuman disease

Blind friends are in between

Inconsistencies, this future disease

Morphed into another life

Like a sick, sick dream come true

Alternate reality, an impossible fantasy

Wake up blind one more day now