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We stand idly by, we turn a blinded eyeOur brains, they are so clean from repeated cycles in the spin machineWe march to the same beat on the same well-trodden streetStrangers to each other, but well-known to our big brotherBe listless, lose your aim; go sell your soul for fameWe've ways to measure success here and it has little to do with characterWhile some struggle to survive; a fight to stay aliveYou're more concerned with celebrities than you are with your own familyIt makes me sick - I want no part of itBring me back to Earth and start my heart again beatingI resign from the roll, forget everything I knowAll the lies they told to me to keep me from screamingBelieve what they report; belittle them for sportEntertainment for humor's sake, but do NOTHING to enact a changeWe watch on the cold screen, decipher what this all meansRemoved from our humanity and grasping at traces of sanityIt makes me sick - I want no part of itBring me down to Earth and start my heart again beatingI resign from the roll, forget everything I knowAll the lies they told to me to keep me from screamingIt makes me sick: I've become the hypocriteReunite me with my soul and start my heart again beatingI quit the whole routine, this joyless monotonyA silenced, gaping orifice tries to keep from screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming! Aus Songtexte Mania