I´m sitting, waiting, waisting time, and see the pictures passing by bemuse my wishes and my dreams cause the are availiable in front of me
soak up the broadcastes messages recive the synchronizing signals the search for truth is obsolet, it´s served on a flat screen tablet
when you feel lonely and abused, by obligations of consum create your own world, with two-dimensional moving pictures in our depression, to escape is the only way so join the groing club of refugees - of reality
no lore - no love - no amity consuming senseless information stay calm and don´t ask questions, work don´t feel as long as you get entertained, there is no need to raise your fist
dismal faces, monotous streets, and in their eyes the fading lights of humanity with eyes of sadness, faces down economic goods, on there way home