Forecast Fascist Future Lyrics

Lyric discussion by n.pants 

Cover art for Forecast Fascist Future lyrics by of Montreal

"Boredom murders the heart of our age While sanguinary creeps take the stage Boredom strangles the life from the printed page"

Instead of more intellectual pursuits, like say, reading, we just go for what's entertaining. Teenagers are more likely to hit a Marilyn Manson concert than learn something about the world:

"Masking vapor trails from Mercury For a killer on Umbria who crippled birch mares Now briars replace their old cotton limbs Who will tell? I mean, would it make a difference? Look, metal flower petal Tears do not even appear in the Myopic Mirror"

I have to wonder if these vapor trails are the same ones in many conspiracy theories, also perpetuated by idiots who wouldn't know a birch from a briar.

The word is "prescient," as in knowing the future.