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