[Verse 1 - more rhythmic, punchy delivery] Wonder if the coffee shops got obsolete Or they just pour serotonin neat Maybe loneliness became a vintage feeling Something quaint they study in museums [Verse 2] Bet the trees grew circuit boards for leaves And the ocean's full of data streams Perhaps they fixed the things we couldn't fix Or just gave up and called it remix [Chorus - driving, insistent] Year 3000, what's the frequency? Still human or just memory? Sky above or screen below? Somebody there must know [Verse 3] Music probably tastes like purple now Downloaded directly to your spine Tuesday's just a concept they forgot Along with waiting, wanting, wondering why [Verse 4] Picture phones in display cases "They held these to their faces" "Primitive connection-seeking behavior" Says the holographic curator [Chorus] Year 3000, what's the frequency? Still human or just memory? Sky above or screen below? Somebody there must know [Bridge - building with more V4GN3R philosophy] Gravity's negotiable, time's reversed But somehow Mondays still the worst They patched out sadness in the last update But kept the blues - called it "heritage weight" Languages converged then exploded wide Every consciousness a different tide [Final Chorus - with that V4GN3R twist] Year 3000, what's the frequency? Still human or just memory? I'll be there or I'll be nowhere Still processing, still processing (Delete key's always there but I never press it) (Maybe I'm the last one asking these questions) [Outro - classic V4GN3R fade] Buffering tomorrow through yesterday's modem Still loading, still loading... Connection established... maybe...
