This Future Disease Songtext

Morphed into another life, like a sick, sick dream come true.
Alternate reality, an impossible fantasy.
I cannot be a slave in this society.
To ease your pain, I will say it's not meant to be.
A link to our future, it's been breaching our past.
Blank screens, filled with dreams.
Inconsistencies, inhuman disease.
Blind friends are in between.
Inconsistencies, this future disease.
Morphed into another life.