(c) 2010
Lyrics by ASTHENIC

I’m smoking warm machine
Found out [bad word] in Google search engine

Watch the brand on my [bad word] 
That’s a stigma of consumer class

I’m not a man to admire
Live to satisfy my own desires
 [bad word]  wired and social
I’m a living [bad word] 

 [bad word] 
Separate me from this
Make me immune to this
Bring me back from my knees
Catch me, catch me please

Going out clubbing with cloned  friends
Brain suspended with alco trends

Choosing you, choosing me
We are having quickie  for free

Now I’m rising up my hands
In the rhythm of tribal dance

Walking in the dark of night
Poor and weak are staying out of sight

 [bad word] 
Separate me from this
Make me immune to this
Bring me back from my knees
Catch me, catch me please
Separate me from this
Make me immune to this
Bring me back from my knees
Catch me, catch me please

Hold me and save me in the rye

Separate me from this
Make me immune to this
Bring me back from my knees
Catch me, catch me please
Separate me from this
Make me immune to this
Bring me back from my knees
Catch…