Brave New World 2 Lyrics - New Model Army

The thick black smoke comes rising up, silent in these dreams 

There's faces leering through the haze, that ripples in the heat 

And words are just some place to hide, a wall that we can run behind 

When truth is itching, twisting, turning, but locked away deep down inside 

No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all 

We sat up talking late last night, trying to make some sense 

But we were just skirting round with clever words 

And all the things that we pretend 

There's guard dogs straining at the leash, with the soldiers standing by 

Staring into empty space beyond the twisted wire 

No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all 

So when this nightmare's over, will you just rock me back to sleep 

Tomorrow is another day, passive in their Brave New World