A Future Gone Fishing - Psycore

slow-motion is silver, silence is gold

we don’t need a future until we get old

inside i’m soft, outside it’s cold

we odn’t need a future until we get old

present and past in constant competition

forming a reluctant, regressive coalition

a mutated ambition in sedated condition

making «making my mind up"someone else’s decision

why rush tomorrow to bloom and unfold

we don’t need a future until we get old

to save me i put my personality on hold

we don’t need a future until we get old

blurred vision, a future gone fishing

i live inside an intermission

too busy not having a life to have time to live

yesterday choke tomorrow when calling

all there is, is gravity

and the fear of falling