M.E (Most Everyone) - Imperfect Futurism lyrics

Verse 1: Every day of the unrelenting boredom replaces the happiness inherent Forge another smile in the smith of your dark draconian heart Remove from within the dripping faucet of the sincerity you spent Now the pan flags of the war can be removed and I can depart Fly over Peter Pan's home and drop the bombs, destruction Blow up youth and devestate happiness, that's what we do, yeah? Throw a spanner in the works, a futuristic production No moving forward or progession in general, that's how we live, yeah? Take apart the monolithic statue of this period Internationally prevailing wind of the dominant master Fight rebellions with absolution Develop new ways to do it even faster Flay enemies with lead propulsion Intrepid futurism when left in the face of unrelenting obedience Imperfect futurism when faced with circumvented opposition Chorus: Your evidence of the day to come is never seen Truth of your real feelings is never spoken Forget the monotamy of lying to seem keen Tell the reality when you talk about what your hoping Verse 2: Bellowing from the underbelly of the common workers disgruntled unity The hatred is heard from afar Erupting from the fist of the unnatural leaders of a chess piece cla** without inherent beauty The hostility is held like a scimitar This could spell the end of the pre-determination imperfect futurism requires The start of a past dystopian way of life could begin here and now Leading mental gameplayers conspire The game is about to get interesting and this is how The lesser viewed of the world rise up and go against the grain The readily steady begin to sway and question all and everything The built bridge of small integrity begains to buckle under the metaphorical strain Those in the penultimate position, keeping the throne, clutch at anything Those actually in the throne are revolutionized and axed, lose their heads and fall fast from grace Next is the start of voting for the next insignificant ruler, who attempts to gain power to encourage change But the shoe doesn't fit, the crown doesn't rightly sit and the individual is in the wrong place Now it registers that everything now looks strange Nostalgia produces longing for the imperfect futurism of the past The claws of anti-progression are strong and will last Chorus x1