Instrumental.

Bread and games... or should we say: sugar and chains?
The blood of exposure: our sweetest drink.
Decapitate the confessor: the audience is waiting.
Watch all your achievement go down the drain.
Vengeance at any cost: now get in the ring.
You sure took precautions and still you drown.
Rise and fall: the higher, the deeper.
They made you flirt with divinity.

From now on you're free.
So stick your cock up her ass.
No need to cheat.
No need to confess.
Where is your secret?
Pull off the blanket!
Discard this veil of shame.
Tonight we celebrate the human stain!

Inside our squalid homes
A safe place behind security doors
Sheltered from all we better ignore
The starving, the homeless, the dying, the poor.
Any utopia only makes us scoff
It's all "OK" as long as all can be turned on and off
We can relax in our comfort zones
And explore the world with the remote control

This city breathes death and disease
A dying bastard on a drip
Part of the myth
They have taken whatever they could find
Knocked on our doors, or crept inside
Replacing everything with an image of it

Who told you that the streets never sleep?
They've taken everything and sold you ease instead
Now lean back: all you need is at your fingertips

Pale screen shines down on you
Sniggers and takes you for a fool
Tell me what are you gonna do?
Suck up the praise
End of a meaningless day
Next one will be strictly the same
Plunge in your easy chair
Salvation is just one mouse click away.

Instrumental.

Yes, the hopeless are those who never lose their hope
And the heartless are those who never kill a foe
The speechless are those who always move there tongues
And the lonely are those who have the strongest bonds

You've been waiting for a morning to come
After years in the dark started hating the sun
In the end you denied that it had ever shone
And maybe you're right, but is that what you want?

And yes, your feelings are justified
The only colour you know is the colour of night
The matrimony with the devil: your closest bond
It's all in vain, if that's what you want...

Yes, the hopeless are those who never lose their hope
And the heartless are those who never kill a foe
The lifeless those who think they're never bored
And the infidel are those who never fucked a whore

Life is sour, so full of maggots and bugs
And you still it's too short to just give it all up
Yes, it's all in vain, if that's what you choose
But are you sure that's your wish?
It's your own choice to carry your cross

Men are just vultures fighting for prey
They shrink back at nothing and scare each other away...

Instrumental.

We draw your eyes to our images: carrot and stick
We've got a sense for what makes you tick
The more out of reach, the more desperate you'll be trying to get
We're the sweet distraction sure to provoke a reaction
We'll show you what you need
You can be sure this world is yours if you're paying for it

Once we've got your attention we might sell you something
You don't have the cash to pay - put it on credit
Pay by instalment
Sit back and chill and wait for your consignment

We make you pay to eat
We make you pay to sleep
We make you pay to breathe
We make you pay for any pleasure you could come up with

Now we've reached our goal
We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe
Now you're dead on the whole
Because you're bound topay us off

At the end of a tiresome day of repetitive work
Without having a say you crave for nothing more than mere dispersal
Turn on the tv and switch off reality
And here we are
Back again with our screens of perfection
The perfect distraction
Fancy cars, furbished shopping marts
All that it takes to make you fall for our candy-bars

What a fertile symbiosis: you!

Grow to the sun
We fell on rock
Awoke with broken bones
Crawled our way back at rugged dirt roads
To find we're not alone
And never wanna go back home
We'll never go back home

Drain me
I can't find no place to rest
What I've been searching for does not exist
All arrows point inwards
The white in my exes will shine
All plans forgotten
I've drawn a brand-new sign

Sometimes it all seems so tasteless
We carry on just the same, regardless
My heart is hollow
All I feel, so shallow
Show me someone to follow
Give me something to crave for

What I've been searching for doesn't exist
Tonight we step out of the past and grow
Grow to the sun

We are divine
Deities of the modern age
The sentinels of humanity's cage

We are divine
Captivators of the greatest bane
We're the phantoms you'll never see
Watching over your sleep

We are in your dreams
See our symbols again
Won't get them out of your head
They exude sensations of wealth
Temptations noone withstands

We are divine
Captivators of the greatest bane
The sentinels of humanities cage

We let you breathe
The foul air of supremacy
We design your identity
To comply with our needs

Hear our slogans again
They're made to linger in your head
They gaze at you from the screen
And from all the glossy magazines.

We are the living proof for all the non-believers
All that can't be bought or sold is nothing but a fallacy
We are the magistrates for all the great relievers
Gods of the modern age
Nothing can stop us
Nothing can halt us

We are the living proof don't you see
What can't be bought and sold is not real
Your children work for us 8h a day
You know that we give them the shittiest pay
Your politicians do whatever we say

We've conquered the earth and set up our flag all over the world
We're twisting the facts
Wherever you turn, billboard attack
This world is ours
Trust our knowledge: we're here to share
Feel the aura: sway and power
Feel us everywhere
The will to pay for the lowest stakes the global game
The will to partake in the greatest bane: the modern age
Breathe in deep
Get lost in what we call "the real world"...