Broken Algorithms - Manic Street Preachers

These are variants of our times

Full of mistrust hatred and some lies

The heap of broken images

The jigsaw breaks again and it can’t be fixed

The fractured versions of our days

The break our wisdom somehow made

History gets to write its own lies

The public votes and the public will decide

As you caress the beauty of your screens

Remember the mission to own your dreams

To avoid tax and order your life

To sell you a future you may not desire

B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms

B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms

Here’s the challenge: rise up against yourself

We now know society’s truly dead

So I 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’re carrying you and me along and lost

The pieces fill a space that nowhere holds

As you caress the beauty of your screens

Remember the mission to own your dreams

To avoid tax and order your life

To sell you a future you may not desire

B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms

B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms