[Intro] [Arpeggiated analog synth, pulsing slowly like a fading star] Men of tomorrow - wizards of science. [Verse 1 - Monotone, detached] Sometimes - sometimes i want to hit you Sometimes it makes me die. Oh could I raise the darken’d veil, Which hides our future life from me, Oh, i do not like. [Fuzzy guitar riffs] [Verse 2 - Cold and melodic] Today - today i do not want to fight you. Could unborn ages slowly sail, Before my view—and could I see My every action painted there, To cast one look I would not dare. [Bridge - Build up with heavy industrial reverb] Tomorrow - tomorrow i will diss you. tomorrow won't weep over me. There poverty and grief might stand, And dark Despair’s corroding hand, Would make me seek the lonely tomb To slumber in its endless gloom. [Refrain - The core of the disillusion] Then let me never cast a look, Within Fate’s fix’d mysterious book. The future holds no promises. The future holds no truths. i can't say i never miss. these are just the steps of getting over. [Outro - Mechanical & Fading] [Vocoder Voice]: When danger threatens, we're on the job. [Synthesizer starts to glitch and slow down] Wizards of science... Wizards of science... [Static noise takes over]