Besedila:
New Model Army Over The Wire

on the pitch below; where does all the passion go when it's not needed? Over the wire, and into the darkness . . . Come evangelists of the Grand New

back touch the microphone playtime is over Who's trying to see the CF graf crew that visualize top to bottom, and stand out in New York like an L.A. gang

with the soldiers standing by Staring into empty space beyond the twisted wire No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all So when this nightmare's over

The candle flickers and the shadows move distorted on the wall There's a wire slowly stretching And now you ask him all the questions, the same ones