The clamour and the clatter of incensed keys Can bring a nation to its knees On the wings of a lethal icon, bird of prey It's a sign of the times when bedlam rules When the masses condone pompous fools And the scales of justice tip in disarray
Matters of fact fall on deaf ears While the bitter mobs ramp up their fears Go creeping 'round those corridors of power As the dead heads gladly suffer sins While the euthanizing then begins The clock is ticking down to doomsday hour
Alien nations gleam Cybertronic schemes Fibre optic mass hypnotic Wild neurotic memes
Cynicism, greed is what you're fed Disconnecting from the world wide web
It don't matter about your choice 'Cause all you've got is an empty voice And there's no way left to tell what's right from wrong There's still time left to do what's right Eliminate those parasites And force your mind amidst the angry throng
Panic attack, panic attack Disconnect the system Panic attack, panic attack Euthanize the brain Panic attack, panic attack Blind synthetic wisdom Panic attack, panic attack Digitally criminally insane
Compositores: Glenn Raymond Tipton (PRS), Richard Ian Faulkner (PRS), Robert John Arthur Halford (PRS)Editores: Crewglen Ltd, Ebonytree Ltd, Sony/ATV Music Publishing Limited (PRS)Administração: EMI Music Publishing Ltd (PRS), Sony Music Publishing LLCPublicado em 2023 (08/Set) e lançado em 1923 (10/Jan)ECAD verificado obra #41014705 e fonograma #45874391 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM