Obsolete

Dreamer of Dreams
 Seer of signs
 What will the future behold
 Can I be sure with comfort secured
 That the rest of my days will be fine
 Will I grow old with my darling
 Will she be taken from me
 Can I be sure with knowledge so pure
 That those tears will not fall from my eyes
 No one said it was fair but let me be exceptional
 And in the dead of night I say that prayer
 The phone won't ring anymore
 They made me obsolete and they couldn't give a care
 Take it from me, we are soon obsolete
 Till your system upgrade is complete
 You will be obsolete
 Dirt on the hands, sweat on the brow
 We no longer need you, now
 The skills I have gained forever are claimed
 By machines with no need for pain
 Insidious passing of time
 Be damned as you leave me behind your wake
 Left out in the cold to die or grow tired of keeping up
 Keeping up
 Dreamer of Dreams, Seer of Signs
 What will the future behold
 Can I be sure with comfort secured
 That the rest of my days will be fine
 That the rest of my days will be fine