It´s six o´clock in metropolis - the rising flood
the night cooled stream receives new power from the mills of time
in never ending corridors - the neon lights
immersing the awaking world in artificial light
Digressing thoughts will search for hold in the final hour
the dying seconds´ indefiniteness which still remains
keeps lingering elusively and fading in a moments glimpse
(a worm is picking my bones)
driven by machinery of the automate society
which sets dynamically it´s immanent law
The question about the sense of all is answered by a counterquestion
the anxioms of a world - unshakable their might
Driven by machinery of the automate society
which sets dynamically the law to obey by the minds of it´s parcells
The whole world shall share in with the fruits of the tempting gift of knowledge
of promising blessings we are told - celebrated by a triple hooray
I´ve been told - go and get a piece of your own
Nicely presented for us all by the ubiquituous source
flooding into our living room - our radiation prayer
Streaming through the ether - an inaudible refrain
endless information patterns - and no way to restrain
all redundant - no selection - in reception overhaste
we manure the tree of knowledge - to smell the ever stranger aftertaste
Well tied up our gift arrives in the demanding here and now
it came just in time - our magic shrine
we´ve all been waiting for what it has to offer
Donated generously by our unselfish benefactor
smiling down upon our heads from the land of co*kaigne
we´ve all been waiting for what it has to offer
(waiting for the big surprise)
Now we´ve got what we searched for - but it´s not what we need
the gleaming - the gloss of its wrapping - turned out to be - a cheap imitation
Filled up to the edge with cultural redundancy
stale is the taste of its contents - spiced only by artificial flavouring
Then disillusion is creeping in - but liberating mind and soul
simultaneously I see
The greaming fascade is peeling off - reveals a view of seldom grace
to all the visions far bejond
And suddenly I´ve got the time - I thought was missing in the line
for looking sharper and inside - to go and see what I can find
And suddenly I recognize - meanings hidden in between the lines
charming attraction and grace - an unexpected richness and an overwhelming space
into this world of my own - I feel I´m gently drawn
joining a glimpse of light into the dawn
Lost any sense of time - did I deviate too far from any of my kind
is there a narrow way with steeply falling slopes on both sides of the cutting wedge
into this world of my own - I feel I´m gently drawn
now I suspect I am lost in a roses thorns
And there again standing beside it - the tumbling waters of the waves
some hand did grab me out of nowhere and woke me up ungently
and I´m taking place inside the stream - entry
Some hours for regeneration - out of the mazes of my brain
to get some outside information - I wonder how much I can take
and I´m taking place inside the stream - entry