Chasing this Tale

Lyrics

Like a digital plague of locusts swarming over fertile land

Like Frankenstein’s monster in the palm of our hand

Our consciousness the stone tool of an age that’s yet to come

Prediction engines shaping us

Our spirits going numb

How do we stop time lose track take a minute?

How can we pull back stand still claim a limit?

Chasing this tale to the ends of the earth

Will the winner take all or the last be the first?

As we’re free falling over cliffs of history never faced

The irony of progress as it becomes a losing race

How do we stop time lose track take a minute?

How can we pull back stand still claim a limit?

Chasing this tale to the ends of the earth

Will the winner take all or the last be the first?

Can some magical thinking alchemically burst so the story is told not of death but rebirth?