Voices getting bit mad
Voices driving me loopy
Voices telling me that
Something's up in my head
Voices echoing back
Forth, back
Voices getting me sad, sad
Voices getting me sc-, sc-, scared
Nowhere to run, all the voices are always there
Whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper
Wh-, wh-, wh-, wh-, what, oh!
It's alternative fa-, fa-, fact time
In alternative la-, la-, landslide
In alternative world web
Called alternative right, r-, right, left
Always telling me the s-, s-, same lies
Always repeating the s-, s-, same lines
Always wanna mess with my head!
Big Brother likes us b-, b-, brain dead!
Big Brother likes us wa-, wa-, watching!
I just came back from the d-, d-, doctors
They wanna tell me how to f-, f-, function
They just gave me some p-, p-, Prozac
Make me down for consu-, su-, sumption
They under the as-, su-, su-, sumption
That I care what I act, act, act like
They know I'm not munching
None of these bloody 'prescribed' things
They saying I'm crazy
Come tell me what I'm not like
Fine, I'm a mug, I'm a dumb type
Might be paro', I'm not nice
I'm just a little bit lost right now 'cos I guess
We're such dumb and angry young people
Sitting under these 'equals'
Who tell us we have freedom
Telling us we should think more
Telling us we should think less
Tell us what you want hear next
Tell us what you want hear next
Tell us what you want
Tell us what you want
Tell us what we don't care for
We don't care for your pep talk
We get tired of all talk
Hurts our heads to be in-formed
I don't care, I'm not in-volved
I'm not selfish,
I'm disco-nnected
From all the infor-mation
I'm hard to pin hole!
I don't care for no deep thought!
What's the point in it?
What's the point in it?
What's the point?
Cos it seems long!
Pray away a day!
Pray away a day!
Pray away to my fake God!
Faith hold me down, keep me in place
It's a brave new world
It's a brave new world for the human race
Winston Smith wrote words in a book
Winston Smith wrote words in a book
That he bought from a store in a burning bush
In a world full of faith in a failing thought
That his masters push with an urgent force
Like a burning cross, in a burning hell
Full of burnt out hearts
To replace what's gone
From the mind like memories old
Cigarette butts in a ashtray soul
Dead grey black in the sky tonight
It's hard to feel safe
Eyes all time
V-, v-, vu-, vu-, vu-, vu-, vu-, vu-
Vultures, vultures, vultures watch me
Hairs on the skin go erect
Hides in a crack in the wall
Winston's free in a brave new world screaming
God
God
We're such dumb and angry young people
Sitting under these 'equals'
Who tell us we have freedom
Telling us we should think more
Telling us we should think less
Tell us what's in our interest
Tell us what you want hear next
Tell us what you want
Tell us what you want
Tell us what we don't care for
We don't care for your pep talk
We get tired of all talk
Hurts our heads to be in-formed
I don't care, I'm not in-volved
I'm not selfish,
I'm disco-nnected
From all the infor-mation 'cos
Right, left, wrong, right
Bet you're bloody mad if you don't fit in like
Us, them, you, I
Everybody watching, everybody shut your eyes
Be blind, deaf, mute
Anybody, anybody, anybody else?
Make them better
Pills are a cure!
Behave! Behave!
Right, left, wrong, right
Bet you're bloody mad if you don't fit in like
Us, them, you, I
Everybody watching, everybody shut your eyes
Be blind, deaf, mute
Anybody, anybody, anybody else?
Make them better
Pills are a cure!
Behave! Behave!
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