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Through a systematically programmed trance,through the colors lighting the nightbrighter than the day.Seething quickly past the red light signs,towards the beautiful green plastic grasson the other side.Synchronizing like a flock of fish,lured to chase the untouchable artificial hare.Endlessly feeding the bottomless stomachof the screaming reptilian complex.Now your statue stands tall,in time it'll shatter and fall.The touch of the hands turnsnot to gold but to rust,losing value once it's in the hands.Dropping tails, stabbing backsfor the way up (to realize)insignificance is a place we cannot find.Leave all the restand the rabbit you will come to catch,but once you catch it,will it even matter anymore? Aus Songtexte Mania