She did encounter a flow only to heed its current She did enter the valley only vacantly passing It's easier that way Changes coming with those who fail Faux heat curbing pangaean rails Injury lawyers seen on TV Have you paid them too much lately? Would you care if I shared the world with you? (Share the world with anyone who's not intent to charge your will) They won't act their vote and deny their oath When he entered everyone would hear, listen and prick up their rears Profane issues in leather tonight Wet your beaks at O'Reallys Share all your dailies there She will remain on her side though it's only a mental divide She will ally with the most Filtered flows conclude with a toast here at O'Really's No options here, just beer

Now, you're quite upset by the emerging monthly red raves And you, you shouldn't bite the hand that laid off your bewildered rose Why so mad, why so intent on feeling scarred by a sour regard? Those who listen, ain't it those keen on nail your soul to the crying wall? No, we're not at war, we're not, and I don't plan to go out on one Down those papers now, there's no such thing as contradictions Why so mad, why so intense and feeling scarred by a sour regard? Those who listen, ain't it those keen on nail your soul to the crying wall? You can be revolting from your desk as long as you convince people that you're not There, out in the street they all reside Hailing to the bill, out of duty still and forgetting the wear It's much too soon, it's only noon And everybody call the rising of the walls still forgetting the wear Placards out of duty calling no names What's in it for the dissident? Let those out of luck apply to sweep the streets when our march has set up another divide Here, with shielding wands, soy-on-demand The fuel is always there for streaming out to scare the ones minding their own Never so near as without wear Screaming out the air that used to be their share of means to be alive Placards out of duty calling no names What's in it for the dissident? Let those out of luck apply to sweep the streets when our march has set up another divide Keeping with the times, keeping out of courtesy Crying wolf at night Trying to keep it real while out of touch for all the webs never really there If there's war, then how come each time I show my hands I'm shot down? D'you even know my name? Or am I just a frathouse number doomed to stand in your way?

I: MEAN IS THE NEW NICE Mean is the new nice, once I was told I could always rely New is the new old, certainly someone missed out on the flow News peak supreme, newspeak in all you dream Dreams have to die, although they're kept alive Broke is the new whole, once in a vision reduced to a sham Hate is the new love, wonder if she's ever done with that head Rights are a stranger to anyone who's been wading through marks Weak is the stronger, I can just float here and wait for the sharks News peak supreme, newspeak in all you dream Dreams have to die, frequently merrily II: SUBMISSION If my brain is a forest then you're the cocky guide who's getting lost inside it, detouring on the ride If I'm to be concealing, like in your squared old books I can see your pretending why it has to be so She makes me adore every flower She makes me detest everything around She makes me believe in the power of love She's making me hate, wishing you were dead But it's too late now to forget her The damage, is done now You can't unlearn to get to know one In remorse, she makes me so I wish I could go on without her I wish she would stay away The reason I doubt if my heart is true She's making me so, she won't go Newspeaking is a trust in the things that make you cry It's peaking as you feel smart and guess the reason why Going for the lowest common denominator It's real in that it's unreal and coincide with porn III: NEWS PEAK OR THE LAMENT OF A DYSTOPIAN RESEARCHER A little bit of luck We can afford to suck, we can afford to fuck it up A screening in progress while heading for regress With morals of the cultural dogs He found them good to cite within his poetry They lent each other clothes but ended up alike still Dreaming of the future, frightened of tomorrow Your dreams are gonna die The farther we stretch out, the louder we must shout The farther we digress, the more we have to guess And you and me and both can make it kinda grand finish And dreams are gonna die News peaking in the trust of all that's unconfirmed Newspeaking is a trust in crushing all the crust again She makes me doubt her mind as all she seemed to find is a wish to die

I: THE FRAIL END OF THE NIFTIES Bread and butter, squinting shutters Itching sun to glare the frosted sight A fast approaching help with night You're quite flash, an instant learner Noone recognised the weekend's faith in keeping guard of narrow leans Would you believe it, a theory of everything that watches over the roof, while lovers care for their script of youth? Those who cared enough to lay off hands turned over in the corridor I feel as though the skyline treaded dreams Once I had on paper rain and shine could never contradict The sun hours were trimmed into the night Would you believe it if I'd be said to feel for you? And would you believe a theory that'd sit you through? The scenery was dimmed, the evening sun set in Bathed in ginger light, the afternoon bell called us out We walk the parklane down II: A RHYMING THESIS Sunday strolling down the hallway Lunch is free and so are you I dare you to walk out at night where parklamps can't reach with their light Instant coffee, make your mark now, I've got somewhere else to be There's a certain brand of people for whom I got trees to trade Ma and pa, can I stay out late on friday? I promise to keep off all things unholy, I've read the news And I'm sure they care for me and you And the soft wielder of words fell into underground Scheming his world for a quake within the parlour where they deal Dealing with the thesis Setting it to rhyme III: I AM STONEDER THAN A BOULDER! When everyone quit buying, their film ended up on TV One silent wish The local band with agendas to write for the illiterates Well cursed today! They showed us the door as we weren't poor The frontier gave up his strings to soar The countryside piper from the valley took aim for the night city lights, turned myth to lore But he soon learned the house ensembles could not quite handle the keys No comprehension They showed him the door He cried for the poor His gold couldn't buy him cultural faith Stoned-er than a boulder IV: YES WE CAN (BUT WE WON'T) Well done, he climbed through the courses, the classes, the fundings, fought for the commonwealth From the cap in hand to hand in the handshake From looting to telling others to give Bringing the people insight Feeding the hands that would bite Now he's the overlord A trifle more equal than the rest And his memoirs, highly recommended There he rendered evil measures from within his honoured faculty Nature at odds with the things that you've learned Laying it down now, how to get to forbid I think someone spent a bit too much time in the backyard padding her bruise with salt Bringing the people insight Feeding the hands that would bite Now he's dropped dead from a fit in the queue of the ones he ruled All of the workers were forced to assemble unwanted solutions while his children saved his po-mo poem and made a fortune of them on Ebay V: AIN'T IT CHRISTMAS AFTER ALL? And the church warden halts by the notes on the wall "Why won't God heal amputees? Isn't it christmas, after all?" VI: AFTERNOON STORIES: THE SCHOOL ORGAN AND THE PEASANT'S DAUGHTER WHO HAD NEVER HEARD MUSIC The hero of the madman turned battle into bet of who could learn and listen and act upon his words All your eastern heroes have finally found their own and ceased their cultural loathing and all their going green Everywhere I go and anywhere I halt to capture Anything that goes into the common field of rapture Paint your woes, if needed with a twist, of what you endure Though I like your manners I'll tell you what I think I've learned my rights from banners, from the public canteen sink For what my value's worth, it won't exceed your aim to lighten up the cretins and make them heed your claim I have always heard I'm never happy at my TV Though I never heard them sad and turning down the luxury Answer while you're well and living on the social envy Glad to find someone to chase no rainbow But only those in right can pay for all your wrongdoings You're so pneumatic now, and quite content with that While in the hallway while encountering side-jawed simpletons, let loose Still not the one I knew, still not among the few Still hoping for the new to never cease its hollow impact, let loose A rookie nookie noon story VII: EVENING STORIES: MEGALOPOLITAN Soon, with the mindless one, stumbling upon the flow Not knowing where to go, so float along, you simpletons, let loose Still not the one I knew, still not among the few Still seeking to eschew what comes with film's end, love that truth will lend A love that alter flows VII: A THEORY OF EVERYTHING Would you believe it, a theory that leaves you cold? Or would you believe a world in which your love unfolds? Yesterday is history, tomororow's to be solved You washed your hands in honour of those whom you deprived But gold is not an issue as long as you come clean So please turn off that spotlight - your darkness ain't for real!