Texty: Action Action. An Army Of Shapes Between Wars. Analogue Logic.

We are the locust, annihilate your redemption
We are clever, clever lines
But the science is in the time of the delivery
Spaced in sporadic time

If you jump in, I will jump in too
Who will save your soul?
If you strike the match then I'll let it shower over you
Drink down the chemicals

I am the future, am the scene
I am the logic, I am the dream
(Flying on borrowed wings)
Build it up, just sit back and relax, burn away
(Flying on borrowed wings)

We are just shadows, take advantage of this ego trip
Let's dream to make our movies, let's make movies of our dreams
Starring in our own little scripts, just take advantage of this ego trip
Who would play your role and intelligent unknown?
Or an up and comer or a blockbuster hero?

I am the fever, just expired on the inside
And I am itchin' for the trigger
Or I am waiting to detonate all over you
Please, please, you decide

Time is the dark spot on all of our lungs
Salvation or defecation?
I am your church, your science, your imaginary Savior
All hail the game of chance

I am the future, am the scene
I am the logic, I am the dream
(Flying on borrowed wings)
Build it up, just sit back and relax, burn away
(Flying on borrowed wings)

This is the worst trip, this is the worst trip
This is emergency, so go, go, go, go back and get it
This is the worst trip, this is the worst trip
This is emergency, so go, go, go, go back and get it

This is the worst trip, this is the worst trip
This is emergency, so go, go, go, go back and get it
This is the worst trip, this is the worst trip
This is emergency, so go, go, go, go back and get it

This is the worst trip, this is the worst trip
This is emergency, so go, go, go, go back and get it
This is the worst trip, this is the worst trip
This is emergency, so go, go, go, go back and get it