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They're handing out the weapons
And your armour's ready too
But the most important item
Has been left up to you
You must make a firm decision
And once it's made you'll find
That the form that you have chosen
Can entirely fill your mind
For the mask you have selected
Stands for Chaos or for Law
And you cannot take it off now
'til you're no longer in the War
And the Masks of War are grinning
And from under them you howl
Out the slogans of the part you play
For the Battle's starting now
Choose your Masks
The ranks are forming
Choose your Masks
The day is dawning
Choose your Masks
And choose the side that you'll be on
And learn the words of your new song
For the Battle will be long...
So long...
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I have come.
But I do not choose now,
to do what I came to do.
Navigation Computer report:
Orbital status now maintained.
Target zone vectors logged in.
The Tube is now ready.
Please swallow your blue Dreamer
and place the helmet on your head.
Can you hear the lights approaching?
There's a sudden rush of sound
You laugh but no-one's joking
The Dreamer's turned you round
And now there's no distraction
You've slipped the noose of fate
Your dreams are now in colour
You've reached your future state
You've reached your future state
You've reached your future state......
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We dreamed of golden shining towers
Of lazy days and thrilling hours
Fields of wonder, streets so fair
Of amber ships which sailed, through the air
Dreamed of steel and glass and wire
Of days of wine and nights of fire
Dreamt of dogs that talked like boys
Of girls who flew, of unnamed joys
And now our dreams are true
We don't know what to do
For we don't like it here
There's nothing for us to fear
Bored mindless in Utopia
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I just took a ride
In a silver machine
And I'm still feeling mean.
Do you want to ride
See yourself going by
The other side of the sky
I got a silver machine.
It flies sideways through time
It's an electric line
To your Zodiac sign.
I've got a silver machine,
I've got a silver machine,
I've got a silver machine,
I've got a silver machine.
Do you want to ride
See yourself going by
The other side of the sky
I got a silver machine.
I said just took a ride
In a silver machine
And I'm still feeling mean.
It flies sideways through time
It's an electric line
To your Zodiac sign.
I've got a silver machine...
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Unbelieving
Non-receiving
Mind is in a Void
Unforgiven
Bodydriven
Striving to avoid
Anger glowing
Can't help knowing
Hiding from the pain
Everlasting
Grains of Truth are
Gnawing at his brain
Now he wonders
Fears but wonders
Where it all will end
Never certain
Far from certain
Can the future mend?
Conscience torn out
Doesn't know how
He will ever find
Peace of mind
Warlike visions
Torment all his kind
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In Lexington they're going to burn
The Library of Congress for charity
Round it's funeral pyre the flames will churn
As night and winter's darkness spurn
And threaten with their clarity
See the flames they're burning up
Burning so bright, Fahrenheit
Fahrenheit 451 Fahrenheit 451
The fun has just begun, Fahrenheit 451
Oh see the pages all catching fire
See the building shimmering now
It was like this when witches reared
Against the stake, we stood and peered
At such Aladin's caves of air
Oh I wish you could have seen us there
Spreading all around that funeral pyre
Watching the flames burn higher and higher
Fahrenheit 451, Fahrenheit 451
The fun has just begun, Fahrenheit 451
Fahrenheit 451, Fahrenheit 451
The burning has just begun
It's like a mushroom cloud on a sun
Fahrenheit 451
The fire's fierce theatre draws herds of folk
All willing to be hypnotised
Anemones of flames and smoke
Enchant us so we gladly choke
Fahrenheit 451, Fahrenheit 451
The fun has just begun, Fahrenheit 451
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Moon streaming through the trees
I wonder what this means
Clouds forming into swords
Shining like I've never seen
Waiting for tomorrow
Hiding from tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Hide from all our sorrows
Words written in the sky
Tell me, could this be a dream?
Silently, pilots are circling
Waiting for the unforseen
Red alert goes through the world
The heavens are opening
Run to the shelter nearest you
Our planet's running out of steam
Waiting for tomorrow
Hiding from tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Hide from all our sorrows
Moon turning red, trees are dead
I wonder what this means
Clouds have changed to sheets of mist
Like I've never seen
Waiting for tomorrow
Hiding from tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Hide from all our sorrows
Stars are fading from the sky
Tell me, could this be a dream?
Silently, pilots land
Waiting for the unforseen
Waiting for the unforseen
Waiting for the unforseen......
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