Inside our squalid homes: A safe place behind security doors Sheltered from all we better ignore: The starving, the homeless, the dying, the poor
Any utopia only makes us scoff It's all "OK" as long as all can be turned on and off We can relax in our comfort zones And explore the world with the remote control
This city breathes death and disease A dying bastard on a drip Part of the myth They have taken whatever they could find: Knocked on our doors, or crept inside: Replacing everything with an image of it
Who told you that the streets never sleep They've taken everything and sold you ease instead Now lean back: All you need is at your fingertips
Pale screen shines down on you Sniggers and takes you for a fool Tell me what are you gonna do? Suck up the praise End of a meaningless day Next one will be strictly the same Plunge in your easy chair: Salvation is just one mouse click awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
