"It is inevitable, he becomes obsolete because the things that define him Become obsolete. These things are part of who he is and now they are Irrelevant: Typewriters, cursive handwriting, dictionaries Encyclopedias, landlines, operators, payphones, mail Conversation, touch, sympathy, empathy, love, privacy... "
Please to meet you in the grey Swinging slowly in the hang All together on the beat New machines are coming primed Seasons change and combine Starving bees on dying vines Revelations in your mind Document on fire
(Obsolete) absolutely (Absolute) obsolete yeah! Hanging by my testimony I expire All I've known Obsolete absolute
Run Running, running, fall behind Faster, faster, borrowed time Heritage has lost its mind We are undefined
(Obsolete) absolutely (Absolute) obsolete yeah! Hanging on outworn nostalgia antiquated All we've known Obsolete, absolute
Swinging men on the tree Weighted bags of debris (echoes of grey) Their survival contingent on their empathy They aren't anything but prey
We aren't anything but prey All our tools taken away All the words we used to say Salutations, courtesies Mamma, poppa, grazie
Mamma, poppa save me (Obsolete) absolutely (Absolute) obsolete yeah! Hanging on our testimonies we expire All we really know We're not anything but prey Obsolete, absolute, obsolete, absolute