B We paint the future from this Ebm bedroom.
With lots of progress; cold and B heartless.
And nothing lives, just twitches and Ebm moves.
It's all synthetic, but it's all we've got.
E Thousands of F# wires Ebm spread through the B halls.
E Thousands of F# eyes Ebm live in our B walls.
And A now they can E see just what we've B done (oh F# no)
A Now they can E see what we've be B come.
Interlude: B C# E
B No sun. Just radiation C# here. Get it E by the lungful.
B No time. No way to count the C# years.
Except by the E creaking sounds in your bones.
Same as Intro: B
Electric President
