It has spread like fire.
It has spread like wildfire.
It ties its victims
To their beds their couches and TV-chairs,
To the linoleum floors in the concert halls.
It sneaks into every spectating eye
And into every listening ear.
You close your eyes in boredom.
Never satisfied never fulfilled.
You never step out of your shadow
Let alone the shadow of the plague.
In the glow of the illusion we scream
But spectators freeze when the train rushes by.
Let's embrace alienation.
Let's face our boredom.
Let's smash our illusions.
Let's boil our hearts in insurrection.
For we are h***genized within the masses,
Paralyzed and faceless.
Nothing more than pseudo individuals in a fake pleasure land.
But we must be aware of the plague.
It rests in our gazes which rest on our dreams,
Beds us softly in its mortuary lulling us to sleep,
Closes the coffin with a deadly last kiss,
Washing us down the gutter of history
For more masses to come.
It has spread like wildfire.
It ties its victims
To their beds their couches and TV-chairs,
To the linoleum floors in the concert halls.
It sneaks into every spectating eye
And into every listening ear.
You close your eyes in boredom.
Never satisfied never fulfilled.
You never step out of your shadow
Let alone the shadow of the plague.
In the glow of the illusion we scream
But spectators freeze when the train rushes by.
Let's embrace alienation.
Let's face our boredom.
Let's smash our illusions.
Let's boil our hearts in insurrection.
For we are h***genized within the masses,
Paralyzed and faceless.
Nothing more than pseudo individuals in a fake pleasure land.
But we must be aware of the plague.
It rests in our gazes which rest on our dreams,
Beds us softly in its mortuary lulling us to sleep,
Closes the coffin with a deadly last kiss,
Washing us down the gutter of history
For more masses to come.