We are in the future.
We live in a machine that drives us.
But what we don't know is
We are the future.
And we oil the machine by hand.
We are either a promise
Or a bet
And we could go left or right.
We all want to get out
And we say we should escape the machine
But we are what drives the machine
Not the other way around
And where can we go
To escape ourselves?
