Hair. Strict hat. Filed.

Windows on the administrative courtyard.

My fingers tap. Tap. White forms.

Each checked name. A street. Empty. Now.

It's the new order, the city is clean this morning

I walk in the footsteps of history, a file under my arm

My heart is a metal filing cabinet, locked tight

It's the new order, I don't feel a thing, you see?

Ulysses. Loud laugh. Danced. The living room.

Hands. Jane's shoulders. Sun. Too much.

Never liked. That music.

Noise. Flesh. Chaos. No reason. None.

It's the new order, the city is clean this morning

I walk in the footsteps of history, a file under my arm

My heart is a metal filing cabinet, locked tight

It's the new order, I don't feel a thing, you see?

Blue lights. Flashing. This morning. My window.

They took him. Him. The net.

Sister. Screaming. Telephone.

Paper. Dust. I wipe it away. Look.

Tap, tap, tap... I saw nothing... Tap, tap... Not my brother... Tap, tap... It's the order.