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I was lost again in the concrete city l asked the people there for a way out of that city but they didn't understand or just thought l was nuts and when l asked again they said "here is money, just buy what you want!" so l looked for beauty, they just sold TV I looked for spirit, They had all kind of drugs searching for love, they could sell me sex all I wanted was life, they just sold stuFf and more stuff stuff and more stuff and I found myself looking for the exit again still I was lost, I asked again for the exit they told me to shut up, while they were watching TV I saw the emptiness dripping out, I began to run (run run) I found myself again, in the sun, in the desert I found myself again, in the poison rain, where the ruins lie I found myself again far from the city but with the city in me why had I run??? I found myself again far from the city but with the city in me why had I run???

you don't have to take it literally you just have to distill the message you don't have to believe in miracles and stuff we know better now, in these enlightened times you don't to listen to ancient voices we will make it sound like the Spirit of this age the message of the master is much more serious the message of the master is much more real go out and hug a peasant go out and hug a peasant It's not about an interventionist God it's just seventeen layers of symbolism it's not something that confronts this world nothing is wrong in these enlightened times we don't need salvation or redemption we will build our own brave new world your holy teacher is cool and inspiring but you're taking him the wrong way you don't have to listen to ancient voices we will make it sound like the Spirit of this age the message of the master is much more serious the message of the master is much more real go out and hug a peasant go out and hug a peasant No no no no interventionist God No no no nothing besides the physical please Here I am in an apartment on the seventh floor the tomatoes that I eat are made in a factory the microwave is dirty but it's my best friends I don't know my neigbors I don't know myself the knowledge I have stored in my head is gathering dust while I work like a robot in a black'n white room I'm afraid of the country I'm afraid like the supernatural but I like thos discussions on internet sites I don't need to listen to ancient voices just let it sound like the Spirit of this age the message of the master is much more serious the message of the master is much more real go out and hug a peasant go out and hug a peasant

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let the beat control your body mind and soul let the beat control your body mind and soul let the beat control let the beat control let the beat control and get rid of your soul dance dance dance in an endless trance nothing is real everything is an illusion dance dance dance in an endless trance

free love will free us from stupid things like love let's have some fun tonight dancing on pieces of what we were tomorrow we'll find our lonely way again and the next night we'll be somewhere else all alone with ourselves sleeping in splintered pieces they won't become anything but pieces that hurt no bonds, no commitments only freedom, real freedom hold me tonight and show me the deepest part of what you are tomorrow we'll be strangers again and the next night we'll be somewhere else all alone with ourselves sleeping in splintered pieces they won't become anything but pieces that hurt free love has freed us from stupid things like love but let's have fun tonight making love on splinters of what we were tomorrow we'll find our lonely way again and the next night we'll be somewhere else all alone with ourselves sleeping in broken pieces they won't become anything but pieces that hurt I'm free I'm free from everything but me all alone with myself and those demons inside of me there is no glue to put the splinters together the pieces will only fall further apart fall apart...

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oh distraction my old eneymy thorn in my flesh No it is not the great sins of spectacular evil that are leading me astray into the great nothing it's the stupid things it's the little foxes that'll burn me down oh emptiness my old enemy thorn in my flesh it's not terrible sins I do of spectacular evil that are leading me astray into the great nothing it's what i don't do it's what I should do when I am just busy worklng in the machine when I am iust sleeping tired of the eternal factory my own kingdom I can make my empire i can i can do what comes to my mind it could be great a euro-american dream a selfmade utopia, it could be so great it would be hell just like every other place where you are not it would be hell just like every other place where you are not

missing all pixels, white noise instead of signal can't hear ya comming through no information is being transferred the lines are dead I won't even try anymore or am I the blinded one deafened by the noise blinded by neon lights alienated from myself stuck in your bread and circus I have no time to sit and talk I have no time to sit and listen I don't know how to use my ears on my own (no) I have no time to sit and talk I have no time to sit and listen I don't know how to use my ears on my own solo they've taught me what to think but not how to think they've taught me what to hear but not how to listen they've taught me what to see but not how to watch I have no time to sit and talk I have no time to sit and listen I don't know how to use my ears on my own (no) I have no time to sit and talk I have no time to sit and listen I don't know how to use my ears on my own

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