Subconsciousness Songs
Trip
Take
My hand
When we’re going to
The land
No
Good land
No, it won’t be what
We meant
Will be sand
No fruits
And gardens
It’s the war and mess
Subconsciousness
In me...!
A Brave New Clockwork eighty-four
Killer. Rapers
Drillers. Shapers
Giving us the form of the torn.
We can't ignore the violence anymore
This is A Brave New Clockwork eighty-four
Your passion is torture
Unsatisfied, wanting more.
What are you living for?
To treat the holy like a whore!
We can't ignore the ravage anymore
This is A Brave New Clockwork eighty-four
We want you people to suffer
We want you people to cry
We want you people to think
To feel and to decide
We can't ignore the pressure anymore
This is A Brave New Clockwork eighty-four