It's like the future is the past joining with the present
Alkaline and acid are no longer tools to monitor
A taste so foul that even water fights ingestion
Much like liquid air
And in the time it takes to share
Forever in a second
A minute is infinite
Now you gotcha, The phantom you
Your shadow watcher
And then a sensation akin to possession
Feels like I'm pickin' up info from some parties elsewhere
The place, the taste, the emotional makeup
Is this me or could this be
Some visitation or Manifestation?
Now you gotcha, The other person
The negative version
f**ed from behind (f**ed from behind)
And all at once here comes the sadness
And all at once here comes the sadness
f**ed from behind (f**ed from behind)
It isn't really you
It's just a version made of residue
And all at once the sadness tnd the monumental wonder
Too wretched for digestion it sure puts the faith to question
Then the taste, so familiar and so deadly That each wave it gets me
Now you gotcha, The other person
The negative version
f**ed from behind (f**ed from behind)
And all at once here comes the sadness
And all at once here comes the sadness
f**ed from behind (f**ed from behind)
It isn't really you
It's just a version
Made of residue
Music, far too decent, help you with this illusion
Music far too tasteful, tempt you with disillusion
f**ed from behind (f**ed from behind)
And all at once here comes the sadness
And all at once here comes the sadness
f**ed from behind (f**ed from behind)
It isn't really you
It's just a version
Made of residue