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drummashine meets strange guitars, weird singing and subversive lyrics, some would say. Just another bionic popsong to me. |
CD: the art of wasting time
Label: not released
Credits: thanks to everyone around, espesially the ones who have inspired me through all the way and a "fuck you" to some of the others... |
Story Behind the Song
well, after September 11th, during the enduring freedom campaign, i felt the need to say something controversial at all...
Maybe i didnīt say it right and i hpoe people
do not mistake me for a cynical kind of person.
Lyrics
it is now time to start subjection, time for us to unite, it is now time to change direction, time to reflect
death is salvation for the tumor you call "self", death is salvation from sick society
no this is not a suicide commercial, but a call for resistance,
when youīre blind and deaf and numb commercials wonīt reach you.
bridge
we donīt belong in this sick society...........................
...............maybe we do?
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