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Fall into line. I clocked the card today Conveyer whizzes past my hands The supervisor spies a quiet corner Thinks he better warn a peace says in his plans Assemble pieces of the nucleic craze Conveyer quizzes the pneumatic mind And while we're working are we seeking different thoughts Spinning wheels away the pennies we can find Design the future from the scraps you find Display emotion with a toxic bloom The new machine is up and running now And in less time it prints the labels, good as new Overdue or over done, before we crawl we try to run And that's the all we try to reach Before we learn we try to teach A kind of dance-too close to find Who sees the generation with their souls in mind? We let off steam from the magnetic coil Then we use a spark to raise the precious oil The supervisor spies, the traffic queues The news says we could loose while all the rivers boil Should we leave them to devices, they would price things way too high When I greet a man en route who claims I'm sentenced to comply You're in the wrong zone. You've found the wrong place. So take your dreams home. You need to interface. SongtexteAnd could you pull the thread unwrap the cloak to leave him bare? See the truth before illusions that is in despair A solid corpse, too sure to hide Who shields the generations from the coming tide? Opinions are opinions are opposed until they prove But even when well founded the astounded won't be moved So take the feeling high. Just let the feelings fly. From macrocosm to the microscopic world of me A force instills a life, who knows how long a life would be? Envelope, attack, decay, release We'll let this reign and thus sustain a kind of peace Aus Songtexte Mania