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Closing your eyes you make a parade Of ulcers on your soul - it's your pride Your harmony with yourself Is an unprecedented perversion The collective unconsciousness Gives birth to ones like you - Pornomechanoids, automatic satisfiers, Ruining love and life in their basis Pornomechanoid, You are a cuspidor for idle feelings spits, Conveyor packing rotten gifts in an attractive wrapper Pornomechanoid, You've trifled away your soul, Exchanged it for small change and left On the floor in public John I feel no more pain and regret Observing these daily fallings I have an appointment with irresponsible «self» X-ray in use - do not enter! I bring up peaceful indifference in myself Pornomechanoid, A cheap winding toy Who cares what you feel? Come round! - You'll be thrown out as soon as battery exhausts! Aus Songtexte Mania