Prosolar Mechanics - The Future Of Sex lyrics

He lives like an amateur Always looking for the path of least resistance He lunges for the opening Leaves behind his private trail of tears He doesn't hold on In coming, in coming, in coming, in coming Down to the shelter and everyone's gone We need common enemies Hold me, will you darling I should feel consumed by you The future will deliver me Soft sounds for the living Hurry to this hollow of mine... It's the future of s** And I will not be armed When the bottom falls out It was not for love If the future is next Let me not warn Cause when the bottom falls out I will be in coming in coming in coming in coming