Pneumatic Lyrics


The mass of people grinning blankly, all the life gone from their eyes

Gone on "holiday", but I abstain, rather have what I feel

At odds with my conditioning...

Sickeningly conformist

Sleep-induced is their ignorance

Eleven thousand repetitions

No escape in either place

Alienate the savage, wants not to be treated like a novelty

Poisoned by the robots in the "civilized" society

Strokes of whip cleanse the disgust

Disdain for the falsehood flawed in its attempted perfection

Only one escape from the brave new...

Escape from the brave new world