Future Video (MV)

Ideal alteration in a clone
Behind bars
I stare at the white
Of my own

Sense of sight
Blurred in this timeline
Swollen by a foggy past
Stones we used to cast
Pretend to be rays of light
Feeble as the chance to survive
Drawing sterile solutions
Drawing in the sands of the meaningless

We are moths
Towards the light
We are scared
Dread

No-body will be awarded
No-body will be forgiven
The time rules the control room
No-body will never be aware
Not one of us will be left
The clock is ticking all over you

Dread
Scared

We are moths
Towards the light
We are scared
We are dead
We are moths
Towards the light
We are fear
We are dead