Fabricators - Crude Future Lyrics

Flows are short from Scandinavia
The neighbours have to shield their eyes
Bullish factors pervade the screens
The system is undersupplied
A slave to the ways of the super blood moon
Or the side I escape from my bed
Exiled in happiness then once again left
To rust in the temporal shed

Cutting through the car park is my only adventure
Sink into the peatland getting deeper each hour
Moods they come in waves they never seem to stick
Controlling them's like balancing the national grid

Crude future
Crude future
Crude future
Crude
Crude future
Crude future
Crude future
For us all

There's an outage in the North Sea
Evolution is under threat
There's a noose in a tree waiting patiently
Like a necklace on a bed of velvet
The haggard no-hopers are breeding
The good ones cower in shame
Sisyphus pushed a pram to the top of the hill
Just to watch it roll back down again

And cutting through the car park is my only adventure
Sink into the quicksand getting deeper each hour
Eyes adjust to darkness and you feel so sick
Lunatic up in the ivory tower

Crude future
Crude future
Crude future
Crude
Crude future
Crude future
Crude future
For us all

Saturate the market
The motherf*cking days are all the same
Poor your flat champagne into the plughole once again
Nothing ever changes
Supply, demand, supply, demand
Demand, demand, there's no supplier
Anymore

Automation is my saviour, set me free, set me free, set me free
A small cog in an unnecessary machine, set me free, set me free
Learn my behaviour, set me free, set me free, set me free
The sum of our parts, subtract the need, set me free, set me free