Manic Street Preachers
Broken Algorithms
[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
The fractured versions of our days
The plague our wisdom somehow made
History gets to write its own lies
The public votes and the public will decide

[Bridge]
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

[Chorus]
B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms
B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms

[Verse 2]
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

[Bridge]
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

[Chorus]
B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms
B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms