A Future Gone Fishing Songtext
von Psycore

Too busy not having a life to have time to live
Too busy not having a life to have time to live
Too busy not having a life to have time to live
Too busy not having a life to have time to live
Too busy not having a life to have time to live
Too busy not having a life to have time to live
Too busy not having a life to have time to live
Too busy not having a life
Slow motion, the silver
Silence, the scolding
We don′t need a future
Until we get old
Inside, I'm soft
Outside, it′s cold
We don't need a future
Until we get old
We don't need a future
Until we get old
We don′t need a future
Until we get old


Too busy not having a life to have time to live
Too busy not having a life to have time to live
Too busy not having a life to have time to live
Too busy not having a life to have time to live
Present and past in constant competition
Forming a reluctant regressive coalition
A mutated ambition in sedated condition
Making making my mind up is someone else′s decision
Why rush tomorrow to bloom and unfold
We don't need a future until we get old
To save it I put my personality on hold
We don′t need a future until we get old
Why rush tomorrow to bloom and unfold
We don't need a future until we get old
To save it I put my personality on hold
We don′t need a future until we get old
Blurred vision
A future gone fishing
I live inside an intermission
Yesterday choked tomorrow when calling
All there is is gravity
And the fear of falling
Too busy not having a life to have time to live
Too busy not having a life