Manic Street Preachers
A Billion Balconies Facing the Sun
[Verse 1]
We've finally found a way
To consume boredom every day
We've all become our personal gods
We've all become so sad and lost
So sad, so sad, so sad and lost

[Chorus]
A billion balconies facing the sun
A billion faces turned to their screens
The perfect answer to camouflage our screams
A billion lies becoming the truth
An ecstasy of the eye
As wide as eternity tonight [x2]

[Verse 2]
We found expression for our hate
Without any kind of consequence
Who needs patience anymore
When all our pleasure's virtual
Pleasure's, pleasure's, pleasure's virtual

[Chorus] [x2]