Apogee - On The Aftertaste lyrics

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