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A waxwork generation. Replicas in studied generic pose. The only change A softening of features. Manufactured in factory conditions, Is a perfect copy preferred To an imperfect original? A locked groove generation. Every pass drives the needle deeper. A revolution brings distortion. Each closing vein blunts the needle. Such pointless movement Everything redundant. Remote culture symbolized By circling the drain. This is the cancer generation. A culture of the leech. This is parasites grasping SongtexteFor ideals out of reach. Cancer generation An age of soulless husks. An age of rot, An age of rust. Cancer generation Ground to dust. A reactive generation. Slaves driven by stimuli. No analysis, no thought. This shallow cult Is the price of ease. Cancer generation. There is no way out Of this fucking tailspin. The trap has sprung, The human succumbs Meekly. A counterfeit generation: Every fake identical. Its meaning faded And its worth diluted. A culture of parasites Drinking from the veins of another. A culture of addicts A culture of fraud An era of sloth The deviant decorum Of the slowest of the herd. This is the product of A lifetime of apathy. A locked groove generation. Every pass drives the needle deeper. A revolution brings distortion. Each closing vein blunts the needle. Such pointless movement Everything redundant. You built the bomb. You built the bomb, Now strap it on. This is the cancer generation. A culture of the leech. This is parasites grasping For ideals out of reach. Cancer generation An age of soulless husks. An age of rot, An age of rust. Cancer generation. Ground to dust. Aus Songtexte Mania