Lyrics Hypothetical Future-Time - Shotgun Mike

Be careful what you're saying
You don't want to go back to hating
Something that you can't be
Something that combusts and leaves debris

Revolving, anti-autumn
Sun-drenched sidewalks; gallant saunters
Collapsing disorder
Choking on the voice-recorder

Surely, I'm better this way
Surly eyes, turning deranged
Iron lung, stuffed in a cage
Rot in hell, until you can change

In the future-time
Future-time
Future-time
Future-time

Bottom-line: I'm reaping what you're sewing
Don't tell me that I don't know it
I'm telling you that I control it; everything

And I don't know it
(Tell me) where you're going
I suppose that
Everything is broken, now

Out of nowhere
You tell me where you're going
I suppose that
Everything is broken, now

(How) far?
Where?
(How) far?
(How) far?