Domes - The Futurist Lyrics

I slide into a fugue
I did not give you anything that I didn't want you to have
I am now detached from all of my regrets
Writhing here in a scuzzy bath

Now I want for it to come to life
A future bright
Belonging to machines in blue light

Like a loathsome animal
I'm persuaded now so easily of all of my exigent thoughts
Body politic is ready for a close-up
Won't take long to reach its deepest shade

Now I want for it to come to life
A future bright
Belonging to machines in blue light

I dial into the wavelength
Hear an expansive ocean churning elsewhere
Individual destinations are a strange irony
As the planets move closer together
Our entire scene is a looping simulation
An inexhaustible ending
Your sleeplessness is reflected in walls of glass
Gradually, that fixed black star is displaced

Now I want for it to come to life
A future bright
Belonging to machines in blue light
A clean experience, so radiant
And I see myself gleaming
One of them