Space Pilot 3000
by Clockwork· from Tea & Backgammon
The fortune read,
"Welcome to the world of tomorrow!"
In this modern life we feed on fear
There's no 'faith' left that can save you
Because there's no one left who believes
They are marketing schemes in your dreams
And bending units for your every needs
This is our doing
We've created this mess
Yet we are so quick to judge
And make labels
For everything
That's strange to us
Frozen for a thousand years
"Welcome home"
We will sigh at the sight
Of what used to be
a familiar night
Where are we?
Do you like what you see?
Could you have ever believed
That we would save the heads of every celebrity?