NEW WORLD DISORDER.

NEW WORLD DISORDER.
sneak

Just another city that cannot sleep.
Just another night alone.
Buried alive by prosperity.
The bleep of a dead mobile phone....

Is this real or Memorex?
Tarnished tinsel town.
Three decades in heaven.
What goes up comes down.
My last sunset caught napping.
Tonight we sleep in dust.
U.S. - Isolation.
A ruin built on trust.
A symbol of democracy.
So good they named it twice.
Protected by our egos.
And doesn't she look nice?
The beauty and the bastard.
The good against the bad.
Apocalyptic blue skies -
turn a shade of sad.
Chaotic shades of evil.
World War Who? What? Where?
Wide screen annihilation.
Handle with despair.
Free me from the clutches -
of another TV screen.
A live broadcast of carnage.
Surround-sound chilling scream.
Disintegrated wishes,
from U.S. 51
Macdonald - WallMart - England.
Your bouncing baby bomb.
Your friends in dire places.
B.S.E. to go.
Sweet infected kisses -
so softly we will blow.
Towards a desperate city.
Towards an anti-shrine.
A machine answers a mobile.
And records this dying line.
"To my wife, my friends and family,
to the child I'll never see,
Think only of the good times -
whenever you think of me"

...Think only of tomorrow.
Think only of yourself.
Think only of America.
Think me, me, me and wealth.

God bless you America. Wherever you are.

Sneak Technique.