Futurist - HRVRD

Progessive thoughts in our cars

In our futures, unlimited space

Why not draw a tiny box?

It is our coffin, a skeletons reprieve

Attempting to regenerate a history we denigrate

These are things, all the things, all the things we do

With you, with you

We have been in the dark for too long

We don’t see the broken part is our heart

All that we have learned, all that we are holding

Is all burned up, it’s all burned

All that we have loved, all that we have broken

In other words, other words, we do

We have been in the dark for too long

We don’t see the broken part is our heart

Your missing part, your missing heart

Dress me in the clothes of tomorrow

Dress me up, dress me up, dress me up

We have been in the dark for too long

We don’t see the broken part is our heart

All the seeds that grow

Are the ones you sowed