virtual insanity, jamiroquai

futures made of virtual insanity now
always seem to, be govern’d by this love we have
for useless, twisting, our new technology
oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground

and now every mother, can choose the colour
of her child
that’s not nature’s way
well that’s what they said yesterday
there’s nothing left to do but pray
i think it’s time i found a new religion
waoh - it’s so insane
to synthesize another strain
there’s something in these
futures that we have to be told…