This Is Not The Pure Aesthetic Songtext

And if you're in the jungle

the mosquitoes swarm down

and cover the face.



And if you're surrounded by smoke

use a knife more than the gun

and the more you kill

the more materialize out of the dark

the grey dark.


In a vacuum like a videogame,

and the more you kill

the further away you move.

Those are plastic mosquitoes

and well-practiced screams.

My children live on TV-screens and bars,

and all the action is wasted,

wasted, pointless, all alone.



Empty removes from emptiness.

The pure aesthetic is magic,

and magic is a pseudo illusion

of getting something from nothing.