the sound is on the visions move the image dance starts once again they shuffle with a bovine grace and glide in syncopation just living lines from books we ve read with atmospheres of days gone by with paper smiles the screenplay calls a message for the nation and those who sneer will fade and die and those who laugh will surely fall and those who know will always feel their backs against the thin wall the thin wall thin wall old men who speak of victory shed light upon their stolen life they drive by night and act as if they re moved by unheard music to step in time and play the part with velvet voices smooth and cold their power games a game no more and long the chance to use it and those who dance will spin and turn and those who wait will wait no more and those who talk will hear the word and those who sneer will fade and die and those who laugh will surely fall and those who know will always feel their backs against the thin wall the thin wall thin wall the thin wall the thin wall the thin wall and those who dance the thin wall and those who talk the thin wall and those who sneer the thin wall and those who laugh the thin wall and those who know the thin wall and those who dance the thin wall and those who wait the thin wall and those who talk 
['art rock', 'new romantic', 'new wave', 'new wave pop', 'synthpop', 'zolo']