Negative Prophet

Turning white in the shade A gun made out of yesterday Killing time, got RSI Crossing t's and doubting I's Say it loud, speak of proof Say it ten times, make it true Sell it to the searchers, the beggars, the bored Sell it before it's sold to you But the future is here And the dawn that divides night and day is clear Traded soul, time in lieu Got a raise, got nothing to lose Got my feet up on the chair To stop the cold coming up my legs Take a picture, take the pills Use a filter, cure all ills Took as much as I could fit Onto my plate, into my hit But the future is here And the dawn that divides night and day is clear A foetus blinking in the sun Nobody told me we had begun Rub snake oil into the wound Praise the negative prophet with a positive tune Tried to break the habits, tried to break the fall But it all happened so slowly, like nothing was happening at all Save your money, save your health, enslave your marriage, save yourself Pick a course, pave the road, pay the mortgage, pull the load Grab the young flesh while you have the chance Put it all on black, rip up the card and steal the last dance A naked oak, a white-picket cage Prehistoric longings in a modern age Well, I've been taking deep breaths, it's been a while between shrinks Up in the attic is a box of thoughts that I shouldn't think They will sell you a crutch, watch you limp away They know you can run, they need you to stay Sickly creatures on Satan's earth Trading in their rosaries and trying to buy some worth An altered boy on his knees, Screams "Oh God, do you believe in me?" But the future is here And the dawn that divides night and day is clear Oh God, do you believe in me?