Nothing to escape your attention Sitting in the solitude of your desolation Trying to get into the details Trying to mess with the details. Philosophy you bring about It’s just the water That’s running thru though nothing’s coming out Poison your song with the words you’ve been speaking Rhetorics is a kind of mind tricking.
Unproved theories of your emotions Conclusions made have got no preparations Illuminated with no self-experience Make up the sounds in different combinations
So pleasant is the way of songs It’s tongue is bleeding for you. So painful is the way of songs Its tongue is bleeding.
The fear is making us all suffer It’s helping them to feed us With fear of the choice You see them, they used to live around us They thirst to live inside us To speak as inner voices.
God loves us! God loves us!
Mass hypnosis
Sleep us; make us doze; Make us sing the songs of yours; Make us zombies ready to serve Orders coming from above. We hate silence for it burns We got used to the songs of yours Sing it to the curved membranes Slave should have no time for brains!
The fear is making us all suffer and helping them to feed us With fear of the choice You see them, they used to live around us They thirst to live inside us To speak as inner voices.
It speaks to me! Runs thru! Cries a child! Shining like a nimbus round my heart Coming closer I can’t escape becoming a part of their music I’m a part, just a part
God loves us! God loves us! God loves us! God loves us!