I guess I'm coming to you from the future, There's a moonlit square upon my bed. Creepy and electric blue I guess it's just what moons must do these days To get their light shone through. The moon screams in my ear “Stay up all niiiiiiightt. Day is fake and you know I'm right It shoots all that excessive light And just distracts us from the facts: We're floating in a vast expanse of black.” I will admit that I fear the future, Or I fear there won't be one at all. Creeping in as futures do It's something you could never prove Just live or maybe not live through. The moon screams in my ear “Stay up all niiiiiiightt. Day is fake and you know I'm right It shoots all that excessive light And just distracts us from the facts: We're floating in a vast expanse of black.” I can see the future beckoning with its dirty little finger. When it calls to me I will follow. I can see the future beckoning with its dirty little finger. When it calls to me I will follow. The moon screams in my ear “Stay up all niiiiiiightt. Day is fake and you know I'm right It shoots all that excessive light And just distracts us from the facts: We're floating in a vast expanse of black.”