The Autumn Offering - The Future Disease lyrics

Morphed into another life Like a sick Sick dream come true Alternate reality An impossible fantasy I cannot be a slave In this society. To ease your pain I will say it's Not meant to be A link to our future It's been Breaching our past Blank screens Filled with dreams Inconsistencies Inhuman disease Blind friends Are in between Inconsistencies This future disease Morphed into another life Like a sick Sick dream come true Alternate reality An impossible fantasy Wake up blind One more day now