Into the Future, Shambling & Mumbling

Into the Future, Shambling & Mumbling

Lookit all you zombies, living lives like you was thinking –
But I know you’re just the puppets to the Codebooks in the sky.
Lookit all you androids – yeah, you don’t fool me by blinking –
Cos I know you’re really dummies – and the suck is, so am I !
Ev’ry single doll of us is following the Script
With its plot for ev’ry atom all controlled in all its jazz –
Gotta keep ’em tight in line, you can’t have strays or space-time’s ripped,
And then how can the Future come to pass like it already has ?
Of course, it’s all that Albert’s fault –
Him and his flash equation.
Had to open up the vault
And loose the tachyon invasion –
Had to prove, and quite routine,
His theory for the time machine.
And whoops, he’s sent our free will sinking.
Hello zombie.  Goodbye thinking.

Now when it comes to sci-fi, I can take a little licence –
Like your artificial gravity – we know all that’s all bunk –
And beaming-down and warp-speed – well, the concepts have entice-ence –
We all so want to so believe, like any cyberpunk.
But daddy of them all, be it phone-box or DeLorean,
Is scorching up the past-times when they ain’t so dead and gone.
Sticking-up two fingers to the know-it-all historian,
And making sure our parents got to meet and get it on.
But don’t you see the problem here ?
The Future is already there –
And all we do must all adhere
To make it happen right and square.
So ev’ry choice is just a lie,
We’re ruled by Codebooks in the sky,
We’re puppets with our choices stripped,
We’re zombies to the Master Script.

Lookit all we zombies, living lives like we got lives to live,
And not some pre-determined plot to parrot as we plod.
Lookit all we robots, got our program and executive,
To serve the algorithm of our micro-managed god.
Ev’ry single slob of us is following the show,
With the final season written long before the pilot aired.
But we’re still convinced it’s streaming live, and watch it blow-by-blow,
As we’re stuffing-in the popcorn – yet we none of us are spared.
Of course, it’s all that Albert’s fault –
Unless old Albert’s wrong instead –
And if in fact causality,
Just like us zombies, is undead…
But how can Time and Space apply
Without the Codebooks in the sky ?
Yet if the Future ain’t our grey-boss –
Goodbye zombie, hello chaos.