("Mutes lie choking in the green fields of England,
(-inaudible word-).
Scorching their own inheritance,
Burning in a hand-me-down Hiroshima,
A man-made prison called progress.
And who's going to profit
When the dome breaks free?
When the railways of death burn the people,
And when the watch has stopped for good?")
Writer(s): Steven John Wilson, Richard Barbieri, Gavin Richard Harrison, Colin Edwin Balch
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