The Future
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I can see the future
And the future holds nothing for me...
I can see the future
And it makes me wish that I was blind...

All the hype that intoxicates us tonight,
All the crap out of which we manufacture our lives...
The rapist that's inside every businessman...
You're screaming for your life





But your mouth is gone...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Snog's song The Future paint a picture of a bleak future that the singer can see all too clearly. The first two lines suggest that the future holds no promise for the singer, and in fact, they make them wish they were blind. The singer seems to be disillusioned with the world and the path it's on. The next line suggests a lack of faith in our current society's values as everything becomes manufactured, and hype is all that drives us forward. The line "the rapist that's inside every businessman" is thought-provoking and speaks to a certain level of corruption in the business world. It's a metaphor that suggests that businesses and corporations are willing to do anything to get ahead, even at the expense of other people's livelihoods.


The last line creates a sense of panic and urgency as the person is screaming for their life, but their mouth is gone. This could be interpreted in a few different ways. It could mean that no one is listening to them, or it could suggest a physical loss of agency, like being gagged or restrained by another person. The lyrics seem to be a commentary on the state of modern society and how our values and priorities may be leading us towards a bleak and dystopian future.


Line by Line Meaning

I can see the future
I have a clear outlook of what lies ahead


And the future holds nothing for me...
My future appears bleak and unfulfilling


And it makes me wish that I was blind...
The future is so distressing that I prefer not to see it


All the hype that intoxicates us tonight,
All the excessive excitement that clouds our judgment at the present moment


All the crap out of which we manufacture our lives...
All the meaningless things we rely on to create a sense of purpose for ourselves


The rapist that's inside every businessman...
The morally corrupt motives that drives some business people to excel


You're screaming for your life
You're in a desperate fight for survival


But your mouth is gone...
You're unable to express yourself or ask for help




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: DAVID LACHLAN THRUSSELL, PIETER ALAN BOURKE

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