Project Pitchfork

In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth tell no lies
Everything you think do or say
Is in the pill you took today
In the year 4545
Ain't gonna need your teeth won't need your eyes
You won't find a thing to chew
Nobody's gonna look at you
In the year 5555
Your arms are hanging limp at your sides
Your legs have nothing to do
Some machines are doing that for you
In the year 6565
Ain't gonna need no husband won't need no wife
You'll pick your son pick your daughter too
From the bottom of a long black tube
In the year 7510
If God's a-comin' he ought to make it by then
Maybe he'll look around himself and say
"guess it's time for the Judgement Day''
In the year 8510
God's gonna shake his mighty head
He'll either say "I'm pleased where man has been''
Or tear it down and start again
In the year 9595
I'm kinda wondering if man's gonna be alive
He's taken everything this old earth can give