Songtext von Vacuum

Why can correctness bring Rigors of cocky bliss? Shockless pursuits when cleaved Flounce in a vacuum tube Bent on a ruse Hung up on craft Mimic at speed Vacuum ensues Horse shit becomes just so Arranged in a fluer de lis Fragrance is in the eye In the beholder's nose Bent on a ruse Hung up on craft Mimic at speed Vacuum ensues Brought up to writhe and crap Out on a scaled-down stage Sway under muse of self Pelted by rotting thought Bent on a ruse Hung up on craft Mimic at speed Vacuum ensues