Analogue Logic - Action Action

We are the locust;

Annihilate your redemption

We are clever, clever lines

But the science is in the time

Of the delivery

Spaced in sporadic time

If you jump in

I will jump in too

Who will save your soul?

If you strike the match

Then I’ll let it shower over you

Drink down the chemicals

I am the future

Am the scene

I am the logic

I am the dream

Flying on borrowed wings

Build it up

Just sit back and relax

Burn away

Flying on borrowed wings

(We are just shadows

Take advantage of this ego trip

Let’s dream to make our movies

Lets make our movies of our dreams

Starring in our own little scripts

Just take advantage of this ego trip

Who would play your role

An intelligent unknown?

Or an up and comer?

Or a blockbust hero?)

I am the fever

Just expired on the inside

And I am itching for the trigger

Or I am waiting to detonate all over you

Please, please, you decide

Time is the dark spot on all of our lungs

Salvation, or defecation?

I am your church, your science, your imaginary savior

All hail the game of chance!

I am the future

Am the scene

I am the logic

I am the dream

Flying on borrowed wings

Build it up

Just sit back and relax

Burn away

Flying on borrowed wings

This is the worst trip

This is the worst trip

This is emergency

So go, go, go, go

Back and get it.