[Verse 1] Derrida sees the specter walking through our time Marx's ghost returns but dressed in different rhymes The past refuses burial, it haunts our present day While capitalism's phantoms never fade away Hauntology is calling when the future disappears We're trapped between tomorrow and our yesteryears [Chorus] Where did the future go, go, go? Lost in the retromania flow Derrida's specters, Reynolds' rewind Boym's nostalgia fills our mind The future's lost, the past won't die We're stuck in loops of what was, why? Commodified ghosts dance around In vaporwave's distorted sound [Verse 2] Reynolds shows us digging through the archives of the past Pop culture cannibalizes what it thought would last Every decade mines the one that came before Innovation's dying at the retro culture door From vinyl comebacks to the fashion cycles turning The future flame has stopped its burning [Chorus] Where did the future go, go, go? Lost in the retromania flow Derrida's specters, Reynolds' rewind Boym's nostalgia fills our mind The future's lost, the past won't die We're stuck in loops of what was, why? Commodified ghosts dance around In vaporwave's distorted sound [Verse 3] Tanner finds the corpses in the vapor and the wave Digital phantoms of the past that won't behave Eighties dreams commodified and sold back to us now Babbling through the speakers, but we don't remember how The aesthetic captures nothing but the shell of what once was Hollow echoes playing just because [Bridge] Boym divides nostalgia into two different types Restorative seeks return while reflective wipes The slate clean with longing that knows it can't go back The future's on a different track [Verse 4] When tomorrow holds no promise and we fear what's yet to come We retreat into the comfort of the battles we have won But the past becomes a prison when it's all that we can see Hauntology's the key to understanding what we'll never be [Chorus] Where did the future go, go, go? Lost in the retromania flow Derrida's specters, Reynolds' rewind Boym's nostalgia fills our mind The future's lost, the past won't die We're stuck in loops of what was, why? Commodified ghosts dance around In vaporwave's distorted sound [Outro] The specters keep on walking Through our broken linear time While the future keeps on talking But we've lost the paradigm
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