Tekster: International Noise Conspiracy (The). Other. Weighing War On Coma.

dead from the waist up, constant coma keeps us all corrupt yeah
weighed down with our eyes shut, no wonder that we feel so fucked up
condemned to a blank mind, a waste product of the production line
new designs to assure that we are doing fine while we spend our time spending time
born straight into boredom, this freedom works only if we can afford it
bedrooms plastered with guitars and haircuts while this flow of nothing keeps us fucked up
get to love the new flavors where cops and talkshows are the real saviors
choice implies a different taste and I'm sure that we haven't learned anything
spend hours flipping, listening to songs about nothing
spend life traumatized paralyzed baby with tv-eyes
break the attention span, 10 seconds too much and I can't comprehend
fast moving fast talking no thinking plan needs to tell me how free I am
cultural structure set to simplify, brought up with empty minds and empty lives
new designs assure that we are doing fine while we spend our time spending time
get to love the new flavors where cops and talkshows are the real saviors
choice implies a different taste and I'm sure that we haven't learned anything
spend hours flipping, listening to songs about nothing
spend life paralyzed traumatized baby with tv-eyes
my hands are shaking, how could it be yeah, another shot of this poverty
we understand nothing, nothing is what we are supposed to understand