Silent as the final hour heralding a quake, we cut the wire, we slipped the guard, sprayed "LOVE" across the barricades. As searchlights swooped and froze and failed to isolate a trace of life outside the gates of New Tomorrow.

New Tomorrow. New Tomorrow. We shall see our [bad word] 

The penalty for deviation's clear to those with ears and eyes.  We stretch our claws behind closed doors. We always have our alibis.  Outside we smile with lips zipped, eyes fixed forward.  Never criticise the pure and guiding Light of new Tomorrow. (…Brighter now! Brighter now!)

Though they burned the history books, they cannot kill the ghost that [bad word] Blindman's boulevard, plants a rose . . . who flings his seeds of Breakdown Bridge and sees a legend grow of life beyond the throes of New Tomorrow. And we have watched the sun roll down the mountain to a frozen lake.  We have heard our laughs go on forever deep inside a crystal cave.  We told them as they plunged the needle, pledging our escape from the all-embracing arms of New Tomorrow. 

New Tomorrow. New Tomorrow. We shall see our [bad word]