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To the me from twenty years ago
Please don’t be disappointed, though
I buried this capsule under the ground
Time went on, the world spun ‘round
Good and bad, they came in waves
But don’t be shocked by what I say
Cars don’t fly, the sky is still clear
Time travel never made it here
Legends have died, their voices remain
While crooked politicians still entertain
Smartphones stole our nights and days
“Likes” define a life’s own weight
The charts are ruled by cash and greed
Real music buried, replaced by need
Cars don’t fly, the sky is still clear
Time machines are nowhere near
Heroes are gone, the clowns survive
Running the circus, keeping the lies alive
Still, music hasn’t learned to die
Though industry sells it for a lie
A human voice can break the chain
So live on, even through the pain
Cars don’t fly, the sky is still clear
Time travel’s only a dream we cheer
Still you can laugh, still you can fight
Even in this fucked-up world tonight, we keep on laughing
