Brave New World 2 - New Model Army

The thick black smoke comes rising up

Silent in these dreams

There's faces leering through the haze

That ripples in the heat

And words are just some place to hide

A wall that we can run behind

When truth is itching twisting turning

But locked away deep down inside

No there's nothing wrong here

Nothing wrong here

Nothing at all

No No No there's nothing wrong here

Nothing wrong here

Nothing at all

We sat up talking late last night

Trying to make some sense

But we were just skirting round with clever words

And all the things that we pretend

There's guard dogs straining at the leash

With the soldiers standing by

Staring into empty space beyond the twisted wire

No no there's nothing wrong here

Nothing wrong here

Nothing at all

No there's nothing wrong here

Nothing wrong here

Nothing at all

So when this nightmare's over

Will you just rock me back to sleep

Tomorrow is another day

Passive in their Brave New World