Brave New World II by New Model Army
The thick black smoke comes rising up, silent in these dreamsThere's faces leering through the haze, that ripples in the heatAnd words are just some place to hide, a wall that we can run behindWhen truth is itching, twisting, turning, but locked away deep down insideNo, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all
We sat up talking late last night, trying to make some senseBut we were just skirting round with clever wordsAnd all the things that we pretendThere's guard dogs straining at the leash, with the soldiers standing byStaring into empty space beyond the twisted wireNo, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at allSo when this nightmare's over, will you just rock me back to sleepTomorrow is another day, passive in their Brave New World
The thick black smoke comes rising up, silent in these dreamsThere's faces leering through the haze, that ripples in the heatAnd words are just some place to hide, a wall that we can run behindWhen truth is itching, twisting, turning, but locked away deep down insideNo, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all
We sat up talking late last night, trying to make some senseBut we were just skirting round with clever wordsAnd all the things that we pretendThere's guard dogs straining at the leash, with the soldiers standing byStaring into empty space beyond the twisted wireNo, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at allSo when this nightmare's over, will you just rock me back to sleepTomorrow is another day, passive in their Brave New World
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