Song | Random Acts Of Senseless Violence |
Artist | David Sylvian |
Album | Died In The Wool |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Under yellow light | |
Comes the face of tomorrow | |
Lights the fuse | |
Gives meaning to | |
All that was previously hollow | |
To a soundtrack of sirens | |
And mute aspiration | |
The express train to | |
HeathrowFirst 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 unplanned 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 | |
And 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 | |
Democracy is very | |
Democracy is very, very |
Under yellow light | |
Comes the face of tomorrow | |
Lights the fuse | |
Gives meaning to | |
All that was previously hollow | |
To a soundtrack of sirens | |
And mute aspiration | |
The express train to | |
HeathrowFirst 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 nonspecific | |
We' ll roll the numbers play with chance | |
All suitable locations unplanned in advance | |
Someone' s back kitchen, stacked like a factory | |
With improvised devices, there' s bound to injuries | |
With improvised devices | |
No phoneins, no courtesy, no kindness | |
And 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 | |
Democracy is very | |
Democracy is very, very |
Under yellow light | |
Comes the face of tomorrow | |
Lights the fuse | |
Gives meaning to | |
All that was previously hollow | |
To a soundtrack of sirens | |
And mute aspiration | |
The express train to | |
HeathrowFirst 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 nonspecific | |
We' ll roll the numbers play with chance | |
All suitable locations unplanned in advance | |
Someone' s back kitchen, stacked like a factory | |
With improvised devices, there' s bound to injuries | |
With improvised devices | |
No phoneins, no courtesy, no kindness | |
And 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 | |
Democracy is very | |
Democracy is very, very |