From the bottom, simply abhorred like Gomorrah and Sodom;
Acquiring fire for rhymes, if you want ‘em, I've got ‘em
I'll never fall like Autumn, stoppin' em with the stupidest sound
f** the past, the future is now
A post-apocalyptic rock for the dearly departed
Everybody's waiting for the end but it already started
We're programmed, always dancing to the same slow jams
Fiending like baseheads for naked JPEGs of Lindsay Lohan…
And we're chained to our touch-screens
Purchasing pointless products and downloading f** scenes
Our luck seems to be draining from the veins like a junkie – equipment is unclean, our needles are rusty, yo
It must be nice to live in ignorance of all of this;
Brainwashed and not admonishing dishonest politics
It could be a Communist telling you to squat and swallow his piss, and if your noggin is hollow enough, you'd follow it
I've heard all of the religious marbles y'all can spit
But if your god exists, he probably saw this sh** and called it quits
And I'm positive that Herbert Wells was on to this –
This idiocracy, the prophesied apocalypse
This odd monotony is toppling the populace!
Yo, they're probably watching us from some other rock and applauding the sloppiness;
Positively, it's obvious
I'm in a cruel game of opposites
Dropped in out of place like a fat kid at skinny camp –
I'm talking Donkeylips
With no locking box of chocolates mocking my awesome progress;
Just an army of pawns that aren't the smartest, barking “God bless.”
Is that supposed to stop my conquest?
Cause all it does is make me uncomfortable like sittin' on an armrest
This whole market is processed and if I'm being honest
This technological bombardment isn't showing promise
If we're not under soon, I'll be astonished…
But I'm just a novelist, not an economist
CHORUS"
We need to lift the veil to see, instead we're gluing it down
We keep doin' it and doin' it and doin' it, wow
We need to turn it around. “But that's ludicrous! How?”
We need to figure it out, homie. The future is now
When I go out I'm feeling like the only human in town –
A scrupulous hound just trynna get my pseudonym out
My hopes are fading like a cumulus cloud
The fair weather is past. The dark future is now
Look at the way that we laugh at it, dagnabbit
Disastrous practice is making Jack a sad rabbit
Falling back on the same bad habits, we're broken records;
Breaking our necks running from that to which the rope is tethered
I know a lot of people thinking hope is severed now
But we can cut the levy down, stand on level ground
You see, the future isn't quite what we thought it would be –
Nod your f**in' head to the beat if you're followin' me
Our best advances are the ones that contribute to war and laziness
Kickin' back, attackin' foreign craziness
We've got too much dog sh** in our own yard to labor in this cleaning-up-after-our-neighbor's-kids sh**
Flat screen TV's, but no cure for cancer;
It's easier to argue over who's the best dancer
And teleportation reserved for p**nographic selfie-shots
Adding another drop of poison into the melting pot
The only flying cars are in demolition derbies
We're entertained by destruction and devilish attorneys
Servin' murderers a courtesy while reconstructive surgery obscures the obverse so perverts can furtively
Return to the playground. No one is safe now
Our simply two-step is ending, this is the breakdown
This is our future, it's odder than Tyler knew
You think I'm trippin' out? Have I got a line for you
CHORUS: We need to lift the veil to see, instead we're gluing it down
We keep doin' it and doin' it and doin' it, wow
We need to turn it around. “But that's ludicrous! How?”
We need to figure it out, homie. The future is now
When I go out I'm feeling like the only human in town –
A scrupulous hound just trynna get my pseudonym out
My hopes are fading like a cumulus cloud
The fair weather is past. The dark future is now