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I was born in 82about the time of the Cold War fluborn when the world was smallbefore we connected the zoolook at the way we grewdropped the borders but we kept the wallsthe things we made to pull us close push us allwe hear the ring but screen the callsso close we could almost touchbut so far we don't speak on the busso close I can almost see your breathbut so far I can't hear your wordsI don't go a day without a button pressedthe years go by in a blurit's the time of plenty, inbox fullso why do I feel so goddamn empty?but look at how connected we arethe whole globe at your fingertipsspeed the pace it's an instant fixSpace Age but I feel boxed inand it's wide openand I'm dying to knowwhy I feel disconnectedam I dreaming demons, alienatedor do I just get what I expected?they say it's greed that keeps people turningSongtextefeeds the lonely and the beasts of burdenEast of Eden but at least we're earningthe ice is melting and the trees are burningreporters all say it's all but lostand all we can do is watchso I walk with my shoulders droppedwatch these blocks stack up with storesis this what we're working for?filling that hole with goods, what's good?but the chokehold ain't local no moreit's global and closing its doorsit ain't about right or wrongwhat side you're onbut the things we tradedhow many sights for many sightshow is your life?I was born in 82 but I live in 2000 and nowall the things I thought I knewturns out they were never aroundand all the people I met todaywell, they all the same feeling that emptinessfill it up with Fendi till the trendiness fadesthen throw that thing awayI want the one with the new featuresuntil the next one out thenbury it a little deeperadd on to that man-made mountainyou could have it all, the campaign toutingthe cars and the champagne fountainbut that pool's only deep enough to sinkbut these fools don't even stop to thinkthey just want that bubblynow they spilling on youain't that lovely?what a mess since they jumped innow they scream save me, save me to the publicbut we barely know the subjectwe're all out doing for usin so far, so far in factso near so packed we don't speak on the busloss of love, loss of mindloss of love, loss of mindrunning out of timeloss of love, loss of mindloss of love, loss of minddamn near out of time Aus Songtexte Mania