Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Manic Street Preachers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Dean Bradfield
Composer
Nick Jones
Songwriter
Sean Moore
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
These are variants of our times
Full of mistrust, hatred, and lies
The heap of broken images
The wasteland of TS Eliot never went away
The fractured versions of our days
The break that wisdom has now made
[Verse 2]
History gets to write its own lies
The public votes gets to decide
[Verse 3]
As you caress the beauty of your screens
Remember their mission to own your dreams
To avoid tax and order your life
To sell you a future you may not desire
[Verse 4]
B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms
B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms
[Verse 5]
Here's the challenge, rise up against yourself
We now know society's truly dead
So I return to these stars again
When they burn so brightly but die in flames
[Verse 6]
Electric traces of my past
Seek immunity within my soul
They carried memory long and lost
The pieces that fill all the holes
[Verse 7]
As you caress the beauty of your screens
Remember their mission to own your dreams
To avoid tax and order your life
To sell you a future you may not desire
[Verse 8]
B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms
B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms
Written by: James Dean Bradfield, Nick Jones, Sean Moore
