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Musik: Roland Enders
Text: Richard Bellinghausen
Gesang: Richard Bellinghausen
Text: Richard Bellinghausen
Gesang: Richard Bellinghausen
No one even is considering to play music when not paid
We have lost all sense of empathy fighting personal crusades
For our fast-eroding family ties we can find no substitute
Comfort is expensive at the Church of ill repute
Fair-minded people are fooled and marooned
What is left of humanity dies from self-inflicted wounds
Lies rule, and yet it moves, it orbits and rotates
Perfect time to forsake this world - it's 2048
When the last environmentalist saw no point in further talk
We'd already watched Calcutta drown like proud Venice and New York
There are continents of plastic waste floating in the Seven Seas
Grandiose inheritance, our children will be pleased
Our next of kin, poor mutations
Our next of kin, aberrations
Not much desire for awareness
Not much desire to evolve
All that I see gives me the creeps
All that I see makes me unhappy
All that I see gives me the creeps
All that I see makes me unhappy
All that I see
There is really not an effort spared to make life a real bitch
We are forced to bear day in, day out the impertinence of the rich
For an undisclosed but princely sum politicians may be leased
Morons now are presidents of fake democracies
Fair-minded people are fooled and marooned
What is left of humanity dies from self-inflicted wounds
Lies rule, and yet it moves, it orbits and rotates
Perfect time to forsake this world - it's 2048
We have lost all sense of empathy fighting personal crusades
For our fast-eroding family ties we can find no substitute
Comfort is expensive at the Church of ill repute
Fair-minded people are fooled and marooned
What is left of humanity dies from self-inflicted wounds
Lies rule, and yet it moves, it orbits and rotates
Perfect time to forsake this world - it's 2048
When the last environmentalist saw no point in further talk
We'd already watched Calcutta drown like proud Venice and New York
There are continents of plastic waste floating in the Seven Seas
Grandiose inheritance, our children will be pleased
Our next of kin, poor mutations
Our next of kin, aberrations
Not much desire for awareness
Not much desire to evolve
All that I see gives me the creeps
All that I see makes me unhappy
All that I see gives me the creeps
All that I see makes me unhappy
All that I see
There is really not an effort spared to make life a real bitch
We are forced to bear day in, day out the impertinence of the rich
For an undisclosed but princely sum politicians may be leased
Morons now are presidents of fake democracies
Fair-minded people are fooled and marooned
What is left of humanity dies from self-inflicted wounds
Lies rule, and yet it moves, it orbits and rotates
Perfect time to forsake this world - it's 2048