The word is on the street
The new generic is taking hold
While the soldiers march to war
An unfamiliar beat
I'm drawn to the warm glow of vacuum tubes
Let this dischord move your feet
I won't stand to see
When everything is broken
What exactly are you saying to me?
This indemnity
Your freedom from the fashion
And you take it all so easily
I won't be the same.
The word is on the street
Subconscious is as subconscious does
But do you sit in silent fear
So nobody can hear â
We're beaten, bruised and bleeding
And they're killing us with faith in lies
'Cause we fail to see
The beauty is within us
Let me be a sweet, sweet sound in your ear
I won't be the same
I believe this is the first time
You set my hopes
I won't be the same
Re-live your diction, no
Re-breathe your sentiment, no
Your signal set cold isolation