The Sleep of Reason Billy Bragg

One by one the stars grow dim
And fall out of the sky
And we gather 'round our shiny screens
To say a last goodbye

In communion with a bunch of folks
That we don't know or see
In the hope that we might feel something
In place of empathy

And so it goes
Sure gonna miss 'em
Is it wrong to cling to the past
When life comes at you so fast?

And the sleep of reason produces monsters
And the sleep of reason produces monsters

Lies ride in style on a big red bus
While you walk into town
And surrogates keep their caps lock on
TO SHOUT EACH OTHER DOWN

And the levies that protected truth
Can no longer hold the flood
And expertise and experience
Get trampled in the mud