The smell of the rain in the air The sound of the storm drawing near The feeling that the sky soon could fall And suddendly alone into this So strange and yet so fascinating Something's still out of control
Millions of years of evolution A new faith has born in our hearts A whole world replaced by technology There's no end to human pride That makes us blind in front of it
We are nearly like machines Chained to well fixed patterns Nearly like machines Condemned to obsolescence Insignificant and helpless Condemned by our own will of progress
Electric impulses in our brain Artificial spurs confuse our senses
Puppets still made of flesh and blood But insensitive to any real emotion
The coldness of a monitor's glass The warmth of two lovers bodies It's a border that's Slowly fading Lost in
Hi-tech lonelyness We can no longer understand The feelings people have for us Hi-tech lonelyness Is worth losing our vital dignity Longing for a so false wealth? Longing for a so false wealth? Hi-tech lonelyness
Losing instinct, the only thin line Between men and machines Losing that will to break the rules No longing for irrationality anymore Alone in our selfish depression
Man and technology Craving for control Run-up to perfection One way street to elimination?
Hi-tech lonelyness We can no longer understand The feelings people have for us Hi-tech lonelyness Is worth losing our vital dignity Longing for a so false wealth? Longing for a so false wealth? Hi-tech lonelynessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
