Weird times
She radiated
Out of control
Fancy machinery and freaky doggone chore
Yet I knew something was
Not quite right
Disregarding them
What was there not to like?

Weird times
Maximum
Full blown
Weird times
Destination
Unknown
Weird times
Maximum
Full blown
Weird times
Futurism is the loneliest charm

But we done gone to mountain
To find the first queens
Your faith in levels are far too extreme
She ran the numbers
There was no mistake
You don't belong here
You must be from out of state

Weird times
Maximum
Full blown
Weird times
Destination
Unknown
Weird times
Maximum
Full blown
Weird times
Futurism is the loneliest charm

I'm in the mood for technological innovation
The likes of which humanity
Has never seen
I'm in the mood for big-time cosmic revelation
The likes of which would make you think
More highly of me

Weird times
Maximum
Full blown
Weird times
Destination
Unknown
Weird times
Maximum
Full blown
Weird times
Futurism is the loneliest charm

Weird times
Maximum
Full blown
Weird times
Destination
Unknown
Weird times
Maximum
Full blown
Weird times
Futurism is the loneliest charm

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Writer(s): Dan Maines, Jean-Paul Gaster, Neil Fallon, Richard Sult