Britannica (To be played with Future Markets conducted by: Jonny Greenwood)
Oh cruel fate that may or may not exist,
Why do you pain me so?
As I seem to drift through the minds of people seamlessly.
Forever burdened by the unchanging winds that are the lives of men.
One never questions where the bell is or what may become of it,
Yet it tolls for an eternity more.
Forever muffled by the voices that continue to blind me so.
They believe they could have had a good time,
And isn’t pretty to think so?