Under yellow light Comes the face of tomorrow Lights the fuse Gives meaning to All that was previously hollow
To a soundtrack of silence And mute aspiration The express train to Heathrow First of the morning Is leaving the station
Our reckless sun rises On the tip of the iceberg Hidden in plain sight Still alive and full of surprises A generation gone soft Over new acquisitions that can't take the edge off
I've put away my childish things Abandoned my silence too For the future will contain Random acts of senseless violence
The target's hit will be non-specific We'll roll the numbers play with chance All suitable locations planned in advance
Someone's back kitchen stacked like a factory With improvised devices, there's bound to injuries With improvised devices
No phone-ins, no courtesy, no kindness For the future will contain Random acts of senseless violence
And it's not just the boredom It's something endemic It's the fear of disorder Stretched to its limits
And the safety of numbers is just a contrivance For the future will contain Random acts of senseless violence