Under yellow light
Comes the face of tomorrow
Lights the fuse
Gives meaning to
All that was previously hollowTo a soundtrack of sirens
And mute aspiration
The express train to Heathrow
First of the morning
Is leaving the stationOur reckless sun rises
On the tip of the iceberg
Hidden in plain sight
Still alive and full of surprises
A generation gone soft
Over new acquisitions, that can't take the edge offI've put away my childish things
Abandoned my silence too
For the future will contain
Random acts of senseless violenceThe target's hit will be non-specific
We'll roll the numbers play with chance
All suitable locations unplanned in advanceSomeone's back kitchen, stacked like a factory
With improvised devices, there's bound to injuries
With improvised devicesNo phone-ins, no courtesy, no kindness
And the future will contain
Random acts of senseless violenceAnd it's not just the boredom
It's something endemic
It's the fear of disorder
Stretched to its limitsAnd the safety of numbers is just a contrivance
For the future will contain
Random acts of senseless violenceDemocracy is very
Democracy is very, very
Songwriters
CHRISTIAN FENNESZ, DAVID SYLVAIN, KEITH ROWE, MICHAEL MOSER, WERNER DAFELDECKERPublished by
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