Time is so old
It carries great weight
Unimaginable distance and space
We are so young
Naive but jaded
Driven away from things we use to be
But our time is now
Before we die
Living like modern day cavemen in a space
Hooked up and connected
Updating sound waves
Listen to our drive kick into neutral
Perverted madness
Disposable dishes
Paid advertisement
Dependable riches
Voyeuristic neighbors
Unstoppable plans
Grinning pollution
This love is dead
I believe in a spaceman
Way out in space there is something
Something that is making plans
Plans for me plans for you
I want to know these plans