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As time went by slowly by the businesses sprang up and preyed upon the postwar surplus crumpled in our gloves oh what a glorious experience an ineffable gift your eyes and ears constantly barraged and smeared shut with shit we are happy to fuel a culture industry in need of new product when a flash in the pan misses the synapse of appeal way up in the ether of simulation and the real until my overloaded ears close shut and my heat dissipates just enough I'll have the same unending ache I'll have the same unending ache of dissent and disgust Aus Songtexte Mania