Novacene, won't you be my Valentine? Novacene, won't you marry me? Usher into our little brave new world Your pretty little mouth Biting my silver bullet Your devouring machine Of utter greed You're full of cream Let loose the steam The future is as this close As the next tomorrow Your pressure makes it all Unsafe to follow Novacene, won't you be my Frankissstein? Novacene, won't you buy me more time? If I could go Inside your head And take a look at your Idiosyncrasies The ones that make my Revolving door Never stop spinning My own oddities Of perfect circles and cinnamon rings The future is as this close As the next tomorrow Your pressure makes it all Unsafe to follow But never mind It's me and the machine No full control on the outcome Your digital eyes Piercing through the fog Trying to find the good path For the future The good path for the future The future is as this close As the next tomorrow Your pressure makes it all Unsafe to follow But never mind The future is as this close As the next tomorrow Your pressure makes it all Unsafe to follow But never mind Follow me Yes, follow me