The Future Is Cancelled Pt. II - Captain, We're Sinking

You’re taking steps like all your friends are

The awful mess the best laid plans are

Put on a game face they’ll appreciate

Follow your pride and concentrate

And stop fucking around

Play, play, play, kid

The stage lights, the crowd

The bitter taste in my mouth

The way old men learn

The way old men learn

The way that kids burn out

Trust, disappointed trust

Misdirected lust

The lies between us

Fate, so sedate

All the petty ways she has to hate us

Behold, ancient kings of old

Whose hands turned things to gold

What crumbles at our touch

Fate, so sedate

All the petty ways she has to hate us

Boys in the cockpit navigate

So idle chatter, radiate

And animals come out to play

Play, play, play, kids

The gentlemen’s lounge

The bitter taste in my mouth

The way young kids learn