Oh, Brave New World

Every single story told is a weapon of war

I won't patronise with hope, scratch slogans on your walls

We could bargain for more

Or watch standards surely fall

It's a criminal defeat, we're always bruised but never sore

Never sore

So always know

That I got control

I got control of my little life

I'm comfortable

A pill bitter to the taste, that I swallowed by mistake

An assumed ignorance won't be an excuse I'll ever make

So I'm spinning towards the shore

Full of tales of foreign wars

Trying hard to see the part of death you're celebrating

I got control

I got contol of my little life

I'm comfortable

I own the world

I've got the right to sneer at men I'll never know

I own the world

I got control

The beginning is tied into the end