This Future Disease Songtext
von The Autumn Offering

Morphed into another life
Like a sick, sick dream come true
Alternate reality
An impossible fantasy
I cannot be a slave in this society
To ease your pain
I will say its not meant to be
A link to our future,
Its been breaching our past

Chorus-


Blank screens, filled with dreams
Inconsistencies, inhuman disease
Blind fiends, are in between
Inconsistencies, this future disease

Morphed into another life
Like a sick, sick dream come true
Alternate reality
An impossible fantasy
Wake up blind,
One more day now

Repeat chorus