[Verse 1] We used to dream of flying cars and cities in the sky But now tomorrow feels like yesterday we can't deny The future's been postponed, the progress engine's stalled What once seemed possible now feels like hitting walls [Chorus] Capitalist realism says this is all we get No alternatives exist, no dreams we haven't met The future's slowly cancelled, time is standing still Depressive hedonia, we consume but never feel Hauntology whispers of the ghosts of what could be The present's stuck repeating endlessly [Verse 2] Mark Fisher saw the symptoms of our cultural decay When innovation dies and everything feels gray The specters of lost futures haunt our Netflix streams We binge on empty pleasures, abandoning our dreams [Chorus] Capitalist realism says this is all we get No alternatives exist, no dreams we haven't met The future's slowly cancelled, time is standing still Depressive hedonia, we consume but never feel Hauntology whispers of the ghosts of what could be The present's stuck repeating endlessly [Bridge] Remember when the future felt so bright and new Now we scroll through memories of what we thought we'd do The ghosts of progress past keep calling out our names While cultural time stutters in its endless games [Verse 3] Hedonic but depressed, we shop to fill the void The promise of tomorrow has been quietly destroyed No longer can we picture what comes after now The system says "this is it" and we've forgotten how [Final Chorus] To break from this realism that says this is all we get To resurrect alternatives, the dreams we can't forget The future's slowly cancelled but we can break the spell Beyond depressive hedonia, there's more stories to tell Let hauntology remind us of the ghosts of what could be The present doesn't have to repeat endlessly [Outro] Time to unstick cultural time Time to unstick cultural time The future's still ours to find
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