Next Year - Disco Inferno

unfaithful future

But I’m looking out to sea

But it looks from where i’m standing

Just like desperate relief

So I spit on my prayerbook

And laugh at its pain

Oh I’m burning out

And where’s the fucking flames

Religion can’t pay

Flight

Earth doesnt solve

It just makes excuses

Partial technology amends

Is this really where it ends

Shade from the sun

Shade from the sun

Shade from the sun

There’s gonna be heads along the lines

Cash your things out loud and pray

Prayers have no effect on stormclouds

So I spit on my prayerbook

And laugh at its pain

Oh I’m burning out

And where’s the fucking flames

Religion can’t

The artist fell silent

Was a real pain

The future is hung

From the hooks of the past

See you next year

And it’s just like the last

Shade from the sun

Shade from the sun

Shade from the sun