The Shape of Things to Come Songtext
von Zammuto

Sit down, Turn around, Shi shift, when you′re tongue-tied
Oh so tongue-tied

But the Moon is up, don't care what I see
It′s the situation, saturation
Im'a saturated, to the locals.


Thought about it, for a long time, took a hurricane, to make up my mind
Then I got it all

"It's a foolish game, aint no reason for, a sharp little concept, a fabrication."
I need it anyway, cause it′s the shape of things to come.

Sat down, With closed eyes, A deep breath, under a big sky, I was eviscerated
He pulled my guts out.
And the moon is up, there′s enough to see, We're all of the same things
For our family
And I′ll feel agitated, till I cross the Mississippi.