Songtext von Misgiving 2000

A dream made of plastic Desire sways me Death by the central power Will find you maybe Torture-awakening Brain-dead loneliness Mass drifts with the current Are they really humen? I hate this techno-logical belief I don't wanna talk to answering machines Mass-loneliness in this age of disease Why don't you let me hide behind my dreams? Soul has been left behind Blind fight into a passion Sell yourself as a member of the daily-routine nation Don't run away, you can't Machine keeps eyes on you They can't see through your walls Your mind has been bought