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On my left, on my jet A new-born baby's raging I'll reduce that regret Til we land in Beijing Motorbike on my right Makes a fearful row now I switch on noise reduction The din is gone Am I living in their world Or are they living in mine? Does their right to sonic violence Trump my fragile right to silence? Is quietism killing me Hearing the world as it ought to be? And who rules the vortex of sound Pandemonium all around And the ruckus of corruption But here inside my head Noise rеduction Going insane I think about approaching a policeman They zip by in thеir cars Sirens ablaze I tear my hair and in despair Turn to politicians Who creep like snails along their trails Of dirty bills and oil Am I living in their world Or are they living in mine? Does their right to sonic violence Trump my fragile right to silence? Is quietism killing me Hearing the world as it ought to be And who rules the vortex of sound Pandemonium all around And the ruckus of corruption But here inside my head Noise reduction Noise reduction Noise reduction Noise reduction