cast your eyes into the distance
try to focus on it all
find a spirit of resistance
instead of pride before the fall
forge some opposition
from disparate strands
it ain't the prettiest position
as a century ends
unstable situation
faces made of wax
streams of melting glass (live version: 'mutual masturbation')
sheets of butchered facts
the roar of the machine
hooded hearts and jewelled hands
and anger spilling out like gasoline
as a century ends
everything I seen, everything that I heard,
ain't even the tip of the iceberg
fire down memory lane
so pass me my rose tinted glasses again
through a fog of contradiction
out to the lake of tears
see society admiring its own reflection
chase a light that shines and disappears
careful what you say 'cos reality offends
just sit back and let your soul decay
as a century ends
and its easy to get weary
as you fight to get it done