I can see the future, acid rain and mushroom clouds, ferrell creatures and melting skin
homes of rubble and ashes with barbecues of human flesh; and we are rotting from within
I can see the future, blocking out the sun belonging to the flies, and l welcome the sense of freedom, not a fetish or some vice
but from death comes rebirth; a necessity for life
Now i live in the past, the present is extinct
when a delusion sets me free: In the archives of my mind, in the basement locked in chains within a box that needs a key... There\'s a note that reads --- \"i love you\" --- left by future me