Paroles de Electronic Zombies

Technology A religion of the weak A black box Standing as the altar You pray to it And it leads Your wretched life Create your thoughts Speak as you have To behave To act You forget about dreams And desires You only want More new images Technofethishism is an escape From the bleak abyss of reality Illusive paradise for fools Enchanted by the new trends You wake up craving For the touch of your god and The sounds flowing from the altar You reach for the remote control Falling asleep you say goodbye To your technolove But dreams don't come Your mind misses the life Fool is the one who believes In the killing technology Lives in the world for Electronic zombies