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dead from the waist up, constant coma keeps us all corrupt yeah weighed down with our eyes shut, no wonder that we feel so fucked up condemned to a blank mind, a waste product of the production line new designs to assure that we are doing fine while we spend our time spending time born straight into boredom, this freedom works only if we can afford it bedrooms plastered with guitars and haircuts while this flow of nothing keeps us fucked up get to love the new flavors where cops and talkshows are the real saviors choice implies a different taste and I'm sure that we haven't learned anything spend hours flipping, listening to songs about nothing spend life traumatized paralyzed baby with tv-eyes break the attention span, 10 seconds too much and I can't comprehend fast moving fast talking no thinking plan needs to tell me how free I am cultural structure set to simplify, brought up with empty minds and empty lives new designs assure that we are doing fine while we spend our time spending time get to love the new flavors where cops and talkshows are the real saviors choice implies a different taste and I'm sure that we haven't learned anything spend hours flipping, listening to songs about nothing spend life paralyzed traumatized baby with tv-eyes my hands are shaking, how could it be yeah, another shot of this poverty we understand nothing, nothing is what we are supposed to understand Aus Songtexte Mania