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Bang. Bang. It's sex and violence on the television. Give us all a cultural distraction or the cure. Who's strong. Who's fast, who's in the game. We've made our lives a competition and we all should be ashamed. On the couch into the window of the world. Who cares who ends up hurt as long as we're all entertained. Who to be, what to eat, what to wear. How would we make decisions if the TV wasn't there. We are laughing at each other. Are we so insecure? We are staring into the eyes of someone who isn't there. Life is not a work of art. These moments were never meant to last. We're so afraid to live our own lives. It's the epitome of instinct. We're sad, happy, depraved. Wave a prize in front of us and watch us dance for ratings game. SongtexteWho to be, what to eat, what to wear. How would we make decisions if the television wasn't there? Does it kill enough of your time? Does it numb enough of your mind? It feels so empty when we speak. That's because we're still asleep. We are laughing at each other. Are we so insecure? We are staring into the eyes of someone who isn't there. Life is not a work of art. These moments were never meant to last. We're so afraid to live our own lives. Our lives are lies. Aus Songtexte Mania