Futurism

Your cage is what you make it

If you decorate it

It goes back faster

Goes quick, laughter

Permeates the carnage

Laying out in sunlight

At daybreak, oh, daybreak, oh

You look cute in plastic

My existence drastic

In a lake of flowers

Burning flowers

Try to make it faster

Crayons in the laughter

A screen of gel

Patient hell

Call it what you want, dear

I call it fear

And I am an expert

Laying out brick by brick

Call it what you need to

I left behind reason

Faith I take, I, faith I take, I