Defective youth, the writing's on the wall
Decline of the West, see the fallout fall
Violence, banner of the tough
Politicians playing a blind man's bluff
Now what? Whose deal?
What's truth? What's real?
Turn it down, turn it off
It's all white noise to me
America's missiles - a superpower blessed
Hungry child is crying - pretend it's just a test
Russia's got the gulag; Pretoria, the bomb
Making sure the weak keep silent, move along
Now what? Whose deal?
What's truth? What's real?
Turn it down, turn it off
It's all white noise to me
Defective man, the writing's in your heart
The irony of evil tearing you apart
Hanging in the balance, you hear the saviour call
Make him lord of everything or see the nations fall
Now what? Whose deal?
He's truth, he's real
Open up, start to feel
No more white noise for me