The word is on the street   The new generic is taking hold   While the soldiers march to war      An unfamiliar beat   I’m drawn to the warm glow of vacuum tubes   Let this dischord move your feet      I won’t stand to see   When everything is broken   What exactly are you saying to me?      This indemnity   Your freedom from the fashion   And you take it all so easily      I won’t be the same.      The word is on the street   Subconscious is as subconscious does   But do you sit in silent fear   So nobody can hear –      We’re beaten, bruised and bleeding   And they’re killing us with faith in lies      'Cause we fail to see   The beauty is within us   Let me be a sweet, sweet sound in your ear      I won't be the same   I believe this is the first time   You set my hopes      I won't be the same   Re-live your diction, no   Re-breathe your sentiment, no   Your signal set cold isolation