Under yellow light Comes the face of tomorrow Lights the fuse gives meaning to All that was previously hollow To a soundtrack track of sirens And mute aspiration The express train to Heathrow First 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 targets 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 be 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 in numbers is just a contrivance For the future will contain Random acts of senseless violence Democracy is very Democracy is very merry