Cut off, not happy not too sad State of come right in drugwonderland No existence, culture or game Advertised by failure and by shame (Infringed and death struck) Condemned by freedom rules set Not even freemarket can change that Lack of life the economy brings Turns everything into things, to things, yeah! (A blind nostalgia) Ship us downtown for some good old days Corrupt the passion and control the space Blame the victim so we can get away This system turned's all into slaves, to slaves, yeah!
People here are hardly breathing Everybody seems to have lost their head I don't know about you baby But feels like I'm living amongst the dead
People here are hardly breathing Everybody seems to have lost their head I don't know about you baby But feels like I'm living amongst the dead
Cut off, not too happy not too sad State of come right in drugwonderland No existence, culture or game Advertised by failure and by shame, yeah!
Hey! People here are hardly breathing Everybody seems to have lost their head I don't know about you baby But feels like I'm living amongst the dead
People here are hardly breathing Everybody seems to have lost their head I don't know about you baby But feels like I'm living amongst the... Dead!
Written on the bourgeois body Written on the bourgeois body Written on the bourgeois body Written on the bourgeois body Written on the bourgeois body Written on the bourgeois body Written on the bourgeois body Written on the bourgeois bodyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
