Newstwentyfour
I look to the hills
Where does my help come from?
Broken angels drink themselves to sleep

He’s not making a list
He’s not checking it twice
He no longer cares who’s been naughty or nice

There’s something apocalyptic about the late night news
About struggling out of bed
Still drunk, an informed fool

Touch, don’t touch
The choice was never really yours
Care, don’t care
It makes no difference what you choose

There’s something apocalyptic about thе late night news
About struggling out of bed
Still drunk, an informеd fool
I’ve been a silly boy and staying up late again
I’ve been a silly boy and staying up late again

Scary pictures, scary words
Show me the thief
The bastard stole my sleep