ETA from Landline by Von Kaiser

They tell me It’s terminal, as the diagnosis sets in, with sinking dread, I feel so alone.
Two weeks to a month is all that’s left for me, and the treatment's not working and I can’t get out of bed.

I can’t tell how long I’ve been under, my mind is moving forward while my body’s in slumber.
I think about what it must be like out there.

Perhaps there’s a cure in the future ahead, they want to freeze me or I’m left for dead. How can I refuse? What should I do?

Time in slow motion as the years slip by,
Cryogenically trapped in my own mind
Waking up to a world I don’t recognize,
I can’t function here, please put me back.

This wasn’t the future we were supposed to have,
all the best of intentions disastrously planned,
I can’t stay here, it’s not my time
Send me back.

They’ve cured my illness, I'm finally free, As I wander these streets, I still feel diseased,
What happened to the world we left behind?

Perhaps there’s a cure in the future ahead, we have to do something or we’re all left for dead. How can we refuse?
What should I do?

• Electronic
• synthpop
• synthwave
• vocal synthwave
• Michigan