The future won't be owned by those

Married to ideals of old

Consonant disruption dance

Amidst the ash we take our chance

We the gilded castaways

We the future fairytales

Stoking fire with simple sin

Marvel at our reconstruction

Treat ourselves to sirens



We got it

We got the motion

We got the head-start



Thought-police's dirty secret

In the surveilence state

We exist between binary code

A panther in canary clothes

We profit from seized evidence

Thrive amidst incompetence

She wraps her fingers round my ears

Pulls me down into her chest

I listen to her live



We got it

We got that motion

We got that head start (we ain't got nothin' to lose)



Posted by: Antônio Constantino (@antco_)