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There is no strength. There are only systems. There is no belief, There is only dogma.No more spines, Controlled by ambition. Only buckled car bodies In which we are caged. This sick new world. This sick world trapped In buckled car bodies. Asleep at the wheel. Out of control, Controls out of reach. Always crashing In the same car. Democracy is a faceless dictator. Its branding erased In repeated collisions. Under a tangled constitution, A squat, squalid slave. The scattered detritus Of a freeway culture. SongtexteThere is no strength, There are only systems. There is no belief, There is only dogma. No more spines, Controlled by ambition. Only buckled car bodies In which we are caged. A revolution Is just a zero. It brings you right back To where you began Out with the old, In with the new, The only thing changing Is who holds the whip. Peakhour traffic In static dead air. Psyche mirrored in A crash victim's fender. Every word brings Smells of burning oil. We will all be Hunched shoulders. Windows shut and Air recycled. No direction No fucking spine. We are in neutral Careening down steep streets. Asleep at the wheel. Out of control. No one takes the wheel, Just pretending to drive. A new dummy Every time we crash. Everything stuttering Towards zero No movement and no meaning This world is all Dimming headlights. Billboards cluttered With empty rhetoric. The futile chatter of A preprogrammed system. There is no difference But there is a choice. There is a shell But there is no spine. Aus Songtexte Mania