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 con-su-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 informed,
I don’t care, I’m not involved,
I’m not selfish, I’m disco-
-nnected from all the info-
-rmation

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...

Ffv-ffv-vu-vu-vuvu- 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 informed,
I don’t care I’m not involved,
I’m not selfish I’m disco-
-nnected from all the info-
-rmation 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!