Braintax - Futureghost lyrics

(Braintax:) We lost touch, wish I didn't think so much What we had's now faded way beyond my clutch Drifted off with the wind, warm breeze through big streets Summer time in the city but I feel weak The air's thick round Oxford St., fountains running by Centre Point where we used to meet It's all changed now since they paved the roads And closed the area to traffic cos when bombs explode - Cars cause havoc Meanwhile, in the area around Piccadilly where I first caught malaria For 5 years we felt the temperature soar Caught a stale water droplet off a roof on my bottom lip You can feel the air thick around your body The sun looks hazy, enough to drive me crazy Stop! Wait! Somebody quick I feel sick There's poison in the air you need to get me fixed up No food or drink please, I'll only sick it up No credit down the oxygen shop, I'll have to stick it up! There's something not quite right though Politicians let it go and let it grow, now the fog glows Kinda eerie, the tourist trade dried up, The Japanese are home all wired-up - virtual holidays So why the f#@k d'you want to come here? It's 2052 you could put a headset on and disappear Who me? I'm just pa**ing, Paying homage to my loved ones who were struck down in action Like Lee and Lisa who were hi-tech geniuses They robbed banks to fund the rallies for air rights Sabotaged the building of the London Roof Lee fell from a crane and maimed Lisa on the way down Freefall, screaming their slogan - "Tear the roof off!" They scraped up the bodies for whatever that was proof off It's like The Day of the Triffids, the day the virus took a grip Worse than AIDS, reminiscent of the plague in 26 And still throughout the city I can feel the devastation Headed to the airport, beggars at the train station Can't accost me, they can't see me just my reflection I scare souls setting off the sniffer dogs Messin up the x-ray detection I move unseen Untouchable spectre still I feel unclean Shanty towns fly by like spots of colour Corrugated iron makes a comeback this summer Heathrow looks grim, fields of tents And families who can't remember if they came or went Hold my heaven-breath here cos I smell the scent H2O changed formula and floods the gents in terminal 4 I pick through the mouldy floor I've seen enough here, going on my global tour So my plane takes off from the sickly smoke It's just me, other ghosts and bunch of rich folk On the last flight, heading off to die in peace And see sunshine, I guess we'll all soon meet As the air pressure changed I could feel the sense Of the water on my neck dripping down through the vents I feel strange - something's wrong here! Acid rain, cold as ice, see me slumped in the seat Wondering how I died twice!?