Future
You wanna be that beautiful boy in the magazines
But what's the point if the picture's nothing more than what you see?
Man with horns, poised at the door
But you're going for it
No one could've told you otherwise
So sure of success
A relative disguise
You do it everyday
It numbs you
You daydream of the things that you'll have in the future
You're ruined
Cause you know deep inside it won't last, you can't plan your own
FUTURE, FUTURE, FUTURE
Don't ask for pre-written scriptures
Of visions of all you'll discover
You're not alone it'll teach ya
Grand master, he's gonna need ya
Journeys to fine imperfections
Beauty of unseen futures
What if you're lost?
No angel can find you
How would they explain?
(How would they)
Would they gossip and let it slip under their breath
I guess he, I guess he fell away?
You do it every day
It numbs you
You daydream of the things that you'll have in future
You're ruined
Cause you know deep inside it won't last, you can't plan your own
FUTURE, FUTURE, FUTURE
Don't ask for pre-written scriptures
(You can't, you can't, you won't)
Of visions of all you'll discover
You're not alone it'll teach ya
Grand master, His gonna need ya
Journeys to fine imperfections
Beauty of unseen futures
What will you choose?
My oh my
Finger on the trigger UH
My oh my
Oh yea oh yea
(MY OH MY)
Don't ask for pre written scriptures
Of visions of all you'll discover
(MY OH MY)
You're not alone it'll teach ya
Grand master, His gonna need ya
(MY OH MY)
Journeys to fine imperfections
Beauty of unseen futures
(MY OH)
FUTURE, FUTURE, FUTURE
But what's the point if the picture's nothing more than what you see?
Man with horns, poised at the door
But you're going for it
No one could've told you otherwise
So sure of success
A relative disguise
You do it everyday
It numbs you
You daydream of the things that you'll have in the future
You're ruined
Cause you know deep inside it won't last, you can't plan your own
FUTURE, FUTURE, FUTURE
Don't ask for pre-written scriptures
Of visions of all you'll discover
You're not alone it'll teach ya
Grand master, he's gonna need ya
Journeys to fine imperfections
Beauty of unseen futures
What if you're lost?
No angel can find you
How would they explain?
(How would they)
Would they gossip and let it slip under their breath
I guess he, I guess he fell away?
You do it every day
It numbs you
You daydream of the things that you'll have in future
You're ruined
Cause you know deep inside it won't last, you can't plan your own
FUTURE, FUTURE, FUTURE
Don't ask for pre-written scriptures
(You can't, you can't, you won't)
Of visions of all you'll discover
You're not alone it'll teach ya
Grand master, His gonna need ya
Journeys to fine imperfections
Beauty of unseen futures
What will you choose?
My oh my
Finger on the trigger UH
My oh my
Oh yea oh yea
(MY OH MY)
Don't ask for pre written scriptures
Of visions of all you'll discover
(MY OH MY)
You're not alone it'll teach ya
Grand master, His gonna need ya
(MY OH MY)
Journeys to fine imperfections
Beauty of unseen futures
(MY OH)
FUTURE, FUTURE, FUTURE
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Writer(s): Sam Lyon
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