We live in Orwellian times It feels impossible to pick a side In sentences that dance and hide The truth becomes a broken lie
Everywhere you look, everywhere you turn The future fights the past, the books begin to burn I'll walk you through the apocalypse Where me and you could co-exist
Everywhere you look, everywhere you turn The futurе fights the past, the books begin to burn Words wagе war, meanings being missed I'll walk you through the apocalypse
We live in Orwellian times A deepening sense of fear and crime On the playing fields, in exclusive clubs And the people machines still making fools of us
Everywhere you look, everywhere you turn The future fights the past, the books begin to burn I'll walk you through the apocalypse Where me and you could co-exist
Everywhere you look, everywhere you turn The future fights the past, the books begin to burn Words wage war, meanings being missed I'll walk you through the apocalypse
Everywhere you look, everywhere you turn The future fights the past, the books begin to burn I'll walk you through the apocalypse Where me and you could co-exist
Everywhere you look, everywhere you turn The future fights the past, the books begin to burn Words wage war, meanings being missed I'll walk you through the apocalypse
Compositores: James Dean Bradfield (Manic Street Preachers) (PRS), Nicholas Allen Jones (Nick Wire) (PRS), Sean Anthony Moore (Sean Moore) (PRS)Editor: BMG Rights Management (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #36857204 em 09/Abr/2024