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We’re Not Fucked in the Future!

Weird in the Woods
sexy slow laid back psychedelic dubstep with slow warm wabwub phasing cinematic sci-fi synthesizers, hypnotic hand percussion, deep tribal drums, polyrhythmic breathing grooves, massive sub-bass, warped bass growls, warm crisp moog textures, alien vocal chants, ritualistic call-and-response, evolving arpeggios, spiraling stereo synths, cinematic drones, granular phase shifts, wub bass mutations, psychedelic drops, syncopated percussion, and explosive halftime sections, Dark cosmic atmosphere, organic tribal energy fused with futuristic spacecraft sound design, constantly morphing arrangement, intricate micro-edits, hypnotic repetition, huge spatial depth, unpredictable rhythmic transformations, heavy but psychedelic, immersive and cinematic, ΔΙΚΟΣΜΑΡΧΟΣ energy, 35bpm, catchy, trap, soul, female voice
V5.5

[Intro] Static in the ceiling, moonlight in the wire Somebody said the world was ending I said, “Turn up the amplifier” [Verse 1] We got holes in the ozone But stars in our eyes We got ghosts in the machine Still learning how to fly Everybody’s doomscrolling Like the sky’s gonna fall But I see weird little flowers Growing through the concrete wall [Pre-Chorus] They say, “It’s over” I say, “Not quite” There’s a thousand strange futures Hiding in tonight [Chorus] WE’RE NOT FUCKED IN THE FUTURE! No, we’re not done yet We got sparks in the circuits And blood in our chest WE’RE NOT FUCKED IN THE FUTURE! Let the prophets complain We’re gonna dance with the wreckage Till it teaches us its name [Verse 2] Maybe tomorrow comes sideways Maybe time gets weird Maybe somebody builds a machine That finally listens when we’re scared Maybe the kids make a language Out of rhythm and light And everybody realizes We were wrong about the night [Bridge] If the system starts shaking Shake with it If the old world starts breaking Make room in it If the map disappears Draw another one If the future looks fucked Tell it, “Bitch, we’re not done” [Breakdown] Not fucked. Not finished. Not fading. Still here. Not fucked. Not finished. Still strange. Still dangerous to despair. [Final Chorus] WE’RE NOT FUCKED IN THE FUTURE! Put your hands in the air For the beautiful disaster That is already there WE’RE NOT FUCKED IN THE FUTURE! Let the old gods retire We got weird little humans Throwing gasoline on the fire [Outro] Future calling... Future calling... “Who’s still there?” WE’RE STILL FUCKING.