I just got back, gave up chase In from the future, an alien place She said, "sit down, and tell me about tomorrow..." My dirty shoes, my circuit face My memory wouldn't leave one trace Synthetic lore - technology holds the sorrow My hands are all dirty from a polymer war There are pieces of me lying on the floor It's the excuse that I use - the antennae was loose And now I'm suffering from radiation blues So let's cut through it Before we lose it again Cut through it Before we lose it again I just got back, there are things to face The loyalties have all been replaced The bottom dollar - the cutting is hard to swallow The civilized, the civil eyed A struggle in the empire that died But what remains is not too hard to follow They choked it all with their very own hands By making the same old selfish demands My fighting it fails, betrayed by wealth Because I cannot save the world if I can't save myself So let's cut through it Before we lose it again Cut through it Before we lose it again