Obsolete - The Reign Of Kindo

Dreamer of Dreams

Seer of signs

What will the future behold

Can I be sure with comfort secured

That the rest of my days will be fine

Will I grow old with my darling

Will she be taken from me

Can I be sure with knowledge so pure

That those tears will not fall from my eyes

No one said it was fair but let me be exceptional

And in the dead of night I say that prayer

The phone won’t ring anymore

They made me obsolete and they couldn’t give a care

Take it from me, we are soon obsolete

Till your system upgrade is complete

You will be obsolete

Dirt on the hands, sweat on the brow

We no longer need you, now

The skills I have gained forever are claimed

By machines with no need for pain

Insidious passing of time

Be damned as you leave me behind your wake

Left out in the cold to die or grow tired of keeping up

Keeping up

Dreamer of Dreams, Seer of Signs

What will the future behold

Can I be sure with comfort secured

That the rest of my days will be fine

That the rest of my days will be fine