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Hello, I can't quite hear you Airing all your personals to all ears Think you're stranger for divulging your privates For everyone to hear There's nothing sacred, no discretion No secret unknown And listening to all the white noise makes me feel so alone And it's a punisher's weekend On the horrific planet that they roam Resounding zombies lacking any threshold Yeah, it's a chorus of tweakers In a world sans interval or tone Sewn together but they're always alone They roam There's always some transmission sounding in your head Recharging your diminished ambitions, archive the stress Calenders and sound reminders, forget to forget You only had a couple hours of sleep but somehow you overslept But it's a champion's weekend In the apocalypse they all compete Sheepish clones eat the creative meek Yeah, it's a chorus of speakers In a world without originals SongtexteYou cannot hear the individuals When they roam Cause nothing's safe, there's no discretion No secrets unheard And listening to all the white noise makes me feel so unheard Yeah it's a punisher's weekend On the horrific planet that they roam Resounding zombies lacking any threshold Yeah, it's a chorus of tweakers In a world without originals You cannot hear the individuals When they roam Aus Songtexte Mania