The growing comfort Of the modern world Provides advantages in every day life With evolution Silver turns to gold Your headache’s vanishing It seems to be the end of strife
You know what I mean saying these words To survive, to struggle, to search – aren’t you tired of all this? So spit on your natural instincts and be happy Aren’t you pleased with this opportunity now?
Ex-usual troubles Are further every day Only the endless streams Of information But something inside you Progresses in decay Things have no sense – The new age revelation
No difference between day and night No wishes, just a lazy slow decay You have a choice between the suicide And getting on the chemical way
You know what I mean saying these words To survive, to struggle, to search – aren’t you tired of all this? So spit on your natural instincts and be happy Aren’t you pleased with this opportunity now?
You’re drowning deeper Into this viscous marsh The shroud is paralyzing Your emotions Was there really time When things were harsh? Was there really time When marsh was ocean?
No difference between day and night No wishes, just a lazy slow decay You have a choice between the suicide And getting on the chemical way
So spit on your natural instincts and be happy Aren’t you pleased with this opportunity now?
Do you remember How you lived before? It’s just a faded area Of your brain now Life is still pulsing Somewhere inside your core But is it worth Peeling from the pale shroud?
Reviving feelings from their deepest sleep? Feeling the blinding light of day? Experiencing pain during the trip? Following the chemical way?