Nowadays the essential crimes of blue Take place behind closed black doors Unrevealed, at green tables discussed To paint over the grey with colors Their projectors are pointed at you In the want of clearness they're undisturbed Blinded by the gladly seen light But appearences are deceptive cause they treat us like dirt The cause are too extensive Inference is disincentive The consequences are insignificant Signals too weak and population unobservant We walk with blinkers in the corridor Which is embraced from "causes-consequences-walls" They are immaculated You wear gla**es with pink-tinted lenses 'Cause colored pictures set at rest the minds They have an alibi and a clean slate But if you look twice, dirt is what you'll find They place the beautiful face into the foreground For fear, so you don't see the flaggelated back The mediums, the "subjective objectivity-support" They hide and seek and thereby break our neck The causes will be rash decided From irresponsibility guided The consequences won't be prevented No opponents and noone who is reprehended The walls which hug the corridor Have indeed windows and doors But you will be sobered They are walled up Do you know the paradisiac state ? A state of programmed end Paradoxical ongoings, ongoings are prevalent Our conduct enforce a day And this day is not pleasant The cause for this "gift" are all the concealed events The day will come when you're impeached for false pretence And space will be filled with laughter You know the paradisiac state A state of programmed end Paradoxial world, a world in retirement Our conduct is typified, typified for discontent Events are ....... in concealment