We Are the Dead (1999)

Some Orwellian Pop from the 90's salvaged from old 4-track. Its full of destructive editing with stuff all over the place.... Another track from this album is https://soundcloud.com/orbiting-freakshow-orch/monsters-1999 We are the Dead Under the spreading Chestnut tree I sold you, you sold me There lie they, here lie we Under the spreading Chestnut tree Oranges and lemons said the bells of St. Clement's You owe me three farthings said the bells of St Martins Here is the candle to light you to bed Here is the Chopper to chop off your head Time has caught us, corrupted by thought-crime Can they really get inside our heads? We shall meet in the place of no darkness Now that finally we are the dead I was remembering my Mother, Before the rats and love of Big Brother V for Victory over one's self Do it to Julia! Do it to Julia! 2+2=4, if that is granted then all else follows Here is the candle to light you to bed Here is the Chopper to chop off your head Time has caught us, corrupted by thought-crime Can they really get inside our heads? We shall meet in the place of no darkness Who'd be a politician corruption free and clean They're just a suited tool at which to vent our spleen Time has caught us, corrupted by thought-crime Can they really get inside our heads? We shall meet in the place of no darkness Now that finally we are the dead