so here's another senseless story
without exit or hope & without any [bad word] along & I will pull you down
to the center of redemption or the toxic crown
tell me what you are waiting for & tell me what you are crying for
this is – where we are from, this is – where we belong
there are things you might ignore & there are things you might explore
entering the welkin' dying puppet throne

you keep on asking, you keep on yearning for more
you keep on talking & there are things for you to score
you get another chance, within your stupid trance
surrounding is the interface, searching for some outer grace
the [bad word]  the inner remnant
there is nothing left for you to self-refrain [bad word] on take it to another end – the freedom of our [bad word] on take it somehow higher now – & you will understand
it's an illusion of a dying plan – the failure to expand
cause you keep on trembling – the way you'll find an end

the mass-placebo

use your senses, rely on expenses
pattern chain moving & arpeggio grooving
killing joke or silent moving
infinity, reality, what are they doing?
it's a newly spinning universe, the center of some blind remorse
will the future plead for love/hate as seed
world's a hateful spinning course, just try to find your war-resource
down on your knees – a fictive bet you'll need