Project Pitchfork. IO. Antidote. Zeneszám

blood in my veins . pumping pumping pumping
a strange kind of numbness . in my head and in my legs
maybe years ago a tiny sting . released a chainreaction
I'm watching gloomy to . and this makes me want to scream
I need the antidote . so please be my antidote
and let us be the antidote . for this kind of brain - paralysis
all these liars and palliators - canonize the destroying doings
and what you see is a caricature . of how bad it really is
increase of economy - by force of arms . military services - in a nuclear reactor
asylum - for big earners only . and tomorrow we fire god

they've got their own language . to express their destruction
sweet rippling words . for growing growing growing
hypnotising headlines shall make . you drowsy drowsy
thats the way they want you to be . 'cause that's your function
wake me up . 'cause time is slipping away . the term is nearly at the end
but the more you change yourself . the more you change the others