my mind is wasted, mentally molested brainwashed tv-obsessed selfish bastard i count likes in my own virtual paradise like a parasite, i'm a b-side, i'm out
so good that you can like me and i can like you we like that liking and other stupid things we do
all i've got is the promises so few diplomas, too many psychologists it is a time when curiosity founds life when it is gone from universities and nobody knows the recipe cause everybody searches it in a media-therapy buy that shit you don't need indeed it's the point where our roads split
everything is a junk all we get in the end is a junk your life is a junk now what you gonna do, punk? everything is a junk all we get in the end is a junk your life is a junk get on the dancefloor and jump!