Dancing on the edge of time
Don't realise what's coming up
'Til our days the Human race - was undercover
Out of reach out of approach - Devine
The human substance - Godnesslike - under shelter
Attacked by high technology
Genious authority - Attack your personality
Existence out of microchips - no error
Censorship without a risk - Great
Sacrifice idenity - Gone forever
To control democracy - High tech
Technical Excess - Infernal Fate
Technical Excess - Elaborate
No Mental reflex control - eliminated heart and soul
Conversation digital - Indicator - Exchangeable community
Monitors for observation - dictators
Cancel high tech celebration - Quiet right
Technical Excess - Infernal Fate
Technical Excess - Elaborate
Here is your command for the next few days
Everything you gotta do
Monitors keep watching and lead you through The jungle of your life
We Don't want to be part of your inconsiderate, constucted world
No more synthetic, dogmatic rules
Layed down by Electronic fools
No decision left, No compromise
You are the underdog
Accept you're a number in this game
No break out, no escape
We don't want to be victims of your computerized dictated law
No more admiration for high tech
We are heading for the human rack
[1st solo: Frank]
[2nd solo: Rene]
[3rd solo: Frank]
[4th solo: Rene]
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