The Gay Teens

I want to be organic. I want to be part of something beautiful, and romantic. I want it to be greater than myself. Build it to last a thousand years. A peace, a monument. For those we leave to cope with our legacy and wonder at us. I want to be selected, and elected. I want to be fantastic and fashionable. Wear me around. Parade me around before the dim gazes and slackened jaws. We will be a spectacle that cannot be extrapolated, and interpolated. Extruded into a marvel. What lies beneath the surface painted over. Do we even understand what's happening to us? What we leave behind when we plunge forward? What's given up when we choose a future? Do we understand each other and why we've come together? We can be the fantastic. We can be true organic. I'll become part of you, some one new and beautiful. I'll record us for posterity. Captured in a machine's dream of vocals, chords, and beat. But it's motionless. It's emotionless. A dead legacy. I want to scream us beyond tomorrow but we live only now... We live only now... Only right now... Right now...