Verse 1:

Dear listener, I'm recording-this-tape,

For you play back at any time, or-any-place,
Whether to me you're an advanced, or still an ordinary-race,
Whether the world I know thrives, or it morbidly-breaks,

I'm hoping this message'll-last,
A way for you to revisit your inaccessible-past,
I wish knowing your life was more than a guessable-task,

And I could see your world, but here's an impression-of-ours,
We just past our millennia's-birth,
Another thousand years many-have-worked,

Died, tortured, lied, to have control over any-of-Earth,
Now we're settled in our various-turfs,
But is settled the word?

I wouldn't say we're too stabilised,
Though that's the view in most of my 1st world neighbours-eyes,
Living unaware, consumer driven labour-lives,

With no sign a smarter age'll-rise,
Unless we sway-the-tides!
Some say we're entirely-lost,

That we try and see our future maniacally-squashed,
Just quietly-watch,
The I.Q of society-drop,

It's like our leaders want intellect and sobriety-blocked!
Just keep your values materialistic,
And if you aint chasing money then you're merely-a-misfit,

$#&@ changing the world, that's nowhere near-realistic,
If life's deeper than this, it's clear-we-all-missed-it...



Hook:


But by the time you're hearing this tape,
This world could be a dream, just an inferior-place,
Maybe we're long gone, leaving merely-a-trace,

Maybe we grew strong with superior-traits,

But if this is in theory-a-taste,

Of what can come from this intellectually weary-a-race,
Then I wish that I could vanish from this year-and-be-placed,
In a time where all the problems I see here-are-erased.



Verse 2:


We are dust in an ocean-of-stars,
Yet that we're advanced is one of the notions-of-ours,

Blind to the galaxies, hence our devotion-to-mars,
Trapped in the system, falling down the same slopes-from-the-past,
And we've barely passed the ravages,

Of world wars, a bit further back and the average-is,
Arranged marriages,
And war-torn-savages,

Last century it was candles and horse-drawn-carriages!
But in the last century-alone,
We've achieved more in terms of the lengths-we-have-grown,

Than our entire evolution's essentially-shown!
We're aliens to our ancestors rudimentary-bones!
And with the technology that's sure-to-rise,

I can only guess, but barely fathom the sort-of-lives,
That you may be living, we could soon be immortalised!
The fact I'm probably gonna miss it all leaves me mortified!

Stuck in the most crucial era-we-face,
Our fates,
Hang on the right moves or errors-we-make,

Cause the worlds of utopia and terror-we-base,
So much fiction on, aint necessarily-fake,
Our potential is limitless,

$#&@ nay sayers, disbelievers and cynisists,
Cause in centuries to come we'll all be primitives,
This world's a mystery with no room for difinitives...



(Hook)



Verse 3:

The past was once painted and described-in-words,

But we're the first, to truly have our lives-preserved,
Each caught in the web, having our lives-observed,
Letting the future forever see how our lives-occurred,
Makes me wonder who's playing-this-back,
A thousand years from now will you hear what I say-in-this-track?

And if it is staying-intact,
How much of what I've spoken will still weigh-in-as-fact?
'Cause with the change Earth's-seen,
In the last millennia, 3013,
Will be far removed from what people hearing this first-deem,

To be normality, something like an absurd-dream,
Are you under government policies?
Are there still murders, poverty fuelled robberies?
Do you still hold capitalistic ideologies?
Are there countries? Or are they just forgotten oddities?

Do you still kill each other in colonies?
Do the majority, still follow religious prophecies?
Do you use the money of our economies?
Are you still taught there can't be equality?
Cause right now, I see us as prenatal-at-best,
A new born species, in it's first capable-steps,

Unsure if our future will bring good or fatal-effects,
I just wish that I stay for the rest...


(Hook)