So you think you're gonna sit down, watching, passing by, 
While listening to Yesterday's Voice?
So you think you can control our thoughts, not to tell us where we're
Going.
Not to give us another choice?
Everybody needs to follow you, no questions asked, 
Nothing left - despite everything before, 
Sanitising. Uprising.
Call it what you want, but it's nothing you claim you saw.

So they just come and sort it?
And those who want to watch scream 'let us see!, let us see! ', 
So you just hide, ignore it.
While those who want to watch scream 'let us see! ', 
Can't you see?

Everybody's being passed down, treaded in, 
No one left behind them just to give them their self-support, 
Everybody walks in straight lines (pass it on), 
Not even a junction, just a messy perverse detour, 
You say - some day, 
Someone down the line will try and fight it, 
But they'll never turn around as it's you they see, 
Can't you see?

So you think you're gonna sit down... 

Now it's time to do the best thing, cover up, 
Talk about everything despite what you want to see, 
We ignore it. Applaud it.
Doing what we want, despite all the hurt it breeds.
So you want to do the best thing (testing), 
Never found a reason not to give us another choice, 
Now the wound has started festering (testing), 
No one wants to talk about Yesterday's Voice.

So you think you're gonna sit down...