Manic Street Preachers - Broken Algorithms lyrics

These are the real sour times
Full of mistrust hatred and some lies
The heap of broken images
The jigsaw breaks again and it can't be fixed

The fractured versions of our days
The plague our wisdom somehow made
History gets to write it's own lies
The public votes and the public will decide

As you caress the beauty of your screens
Remember their mission to own your dreams
To avoid tax and order your life
To sell you a future you may not desire

B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms
B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms

Here's the challenge: rise
Up against yourself
We now know society's truly dead
So why return to these words again
When they burn so bright but die in flames

I work through traces of my past
I seek immunity within my soul
They carry memory long and lost
The pieces fill the space and all the holes

As you caress the beauty of your screens
Remember their mission to own your dreams
To avoid tax and order your life
To sell you a future you may not desire

B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms
B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms