Bruno

He sits in his room
Oppression stokes the fire he breathes
Tensions mounting, officials counting
Winter's boots crush autumn's leaves
In a helter-skelter city
Crisis torn, rebellion born
All hopes for equality
Replaced by lines of thorns

Who cares about the human heart?
Passion is for the collective mind
Who cares about the human heart?
Blind faith is what you always find

Sounds of eagles marching
Ideas stripped, remains are picked
The men with armbands come to cure
The virus in their midst
In a helter-skelter city
Crisis torn, rebellion born
The steady march of banality
Quells the mob before the storm

Who cares about the human heart?
Passion is for the collective mind
Who cares about the human heart?
Blind faith is what you always find
Who cares about the human heart?
Passion is for the collective mind
Who cares about the human heart?
Blind faith is what you always find
Blind faith is what you always find



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Wragg, Nigel Bagley, Simon Page
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