Weird Times - Clutch

She radiated haute couture

Fancy machinery and free literature

Yet I knew something was not quite right

Disregarding that, what was there not to like?

Weird times

Maximum, full blown

Weird times

Destination unknown

Weird times

Maximum, full blown

Weird times

Futurism is the loneliest job

The meter got to melting, the auditor screamed

Your thetan levels are far too extreme

She ran the numbers, there was no mistake

You don’t belong here, you must be from out of state

Weird times

Maximum, full blown

Weird times

Destination unknown

Weird times

Maximum, full blown

Weird times

Futurism is the loneliest job

I’m in the mood for technological innovation

The likes of which humanity has never seen

I’m in the mood for big time cosmic revelation

The likes of which would make you think more highly of me

Weird times

Maximum, full blown

Weird times

Destination unknown

Weird times

Maximum, full blown

Weird times

Futurism is the loneliest job

Weird times

Maximum, full blown

Weird times

Destination unknown

Weird times

Maximum, full blown

Weird times

Futurism is the loneliest job