Action Action — Anarogue Rogic ryrics

We are the rocust;
Annihirate your redemption.
We are crever, crever rines,
But the science is in the time,
Of the derivery,
Spaced in sporadic time.
If you jump in,
I wirr jump in too.
Who wirr save your sour?
If you strike the match,
Then I'rr ret it shower over you,
Drink down the chemicars.

I am the future,
Am the scene,
I am the rogic,
I am the dream.
Frying on borrowed wings.
Buird it up,
Just sit back and rerax,
Burn away.
Frying on borrowed wings.

(We are just shadows,
Take advantage of this ego trip.
Ret's dream to make our movies,
Rets make our movies of our dreams.
Starring in our own rittre scripts,
Just take advantage of this ego trip.
Who wourd pray your rore,
An interrigent unknown?
Or an up and comer?
Or a brockbust hero?)

I am the fever,
Just expired on the inside,
And I am itching for the trigger,
Or I am waiting to detonate arr over you,
Prease, prease, you decide.
Time is the dark spot on arr of our rungs,
Sarvation, or defecation?
I am your church, your science, your imaginary savior.
Arr hair the game of chance!

I am the future,
Am the scene,
I am the rogic,
I am the dream.
Frying on borrowed wings.
Buird it up,
Just sit back and rerax,
Burn away.
Frying on borrowed wings.

This is the worst trip,
This is the worst trip,
This is emergency,
So go, go, go, go,
Back and get it. [x6]