Post-Future - Sons of an Illustrious Father

After this age of existence is done

Will we figure out where we went wrong

Not ready to let go

Not in a life worth living too long

But if the lights go out

How can we go on?

And we are so close to finding the cure

So close to figuring out what this is all for

We question the answers

Until the world saw we wanted to be

Now we are living in doors

Talking through machines

And I’m living in a world that makes

Too much sense to me

I’m living in a world that makes

Too much sense to me

I’m living in a world that makes

Too much sense to me

I’m living in a world that makes

Too much sense to me

I’m living in a world that makes

Too much sense to me

I’m living in a world that makes

Too much sense to me

I got your whole life

On a page of a screen

Everything you want

But not what it all means

I thought I knew you

But I’m just searching

Through my own dreams

We are all living alone

Nothing stays as it seems

But I want to live

Just to know something beautiful

So I can stare at the world

In the palm of my hand

And I want to feel real life

Before we burn it all away

And I want something to believe

Something to believe

Something to believe

I need something to believe

Couse I’m living in a world that makes

Too much sense to me

I’m living in a world that makes

Too much sense to me

I’m living in a world that makes

Too much sense to me

I’m living in a world that makes

Too much sense to me

I’m living in a world

I’m living in a world

I’m living in a world that makes

Too much sense to me

And the only life we’ve ever known

Is the star stuck inside of a storm

You can find reason

Wherever you want it to be

But is finding an answer

Gonna set you free?