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To the children of privilegeTaste the pavementYou paid to see an entertainer, but this ain't entertainmentYou will know a mad scientistHe's held captive by his own creationNow who am I?Lost in GPS infinitySold the silver lining got welfare for those in tax havenCaptain caveman, one ring, few computers between men and homeland securityThe fed can't save me, its vertigo...Only my phone can find meOnly Pitchfork can judge mePlease don't shoot me, I'm already deadWhat's in the pistol? I hope it's loaded with breadThe future is soy, digital age destroyed my meatI'm flesh and wires, a Baghdad street10 millennium of conquering chariot tiresLike so many feet back between those who chase buffaloes, and those who chased paperBurned books and paid others to light the firesPast buried in sediment, we fight liarsAnd light up the darkness like and terrorist strikeOr someone is off key, throwing the church choirThey mock excellence, give raises to their mediocreBut there are no equals amongst dwarfs and ogresSongtexteVocally, I'm spitting on modernity like a child birthA child soldier, singing songs of dried up seas in style-less verseTaste the agony, it rains down, like when the dinosaurs blinked outAn inconvenient stockWash the blood off your tongue, watch the idiots flockRidden with conspiracy, you can't blame usRode in on a pale horse, yet you can't tame usThe race to the middle has begun, you can't sane or same usThe mind is a diamond trapped in stone, you can't flame usEven if you burn a village and all the villagers in itThere's always a camera, a diary page blowing in the wind and a story to tell itRaised in front of a tv, we just want to be famousNow we wanna be well fed, give us our names backI ain't scared, I'll roll on information until the wheels fall offTill you only get a record release after they go and cut your balls offThat's the weight of the world, the uber meinsch rolling in a wheel chairSoon we'll all be fucking and swimming and fighting foreign wars in wheelchairsThe world is flat, when atlas shrugs we roll off in our wheelchairsThe wool is over our eyes, but the wool is still real hereWhere wolves guard the sheepThere's no grain in the keepChained in the deepCuz tame is the way of the weak Aus Songtexte Mania