A dream made of plastic
Desire sways me
Death by the central power
Will find you maybe
Torture-awakening
Brain-dead loneliness
Mass drifts with the current
Are they really humen?
I hate this techno-logical belief
I don't wanna talk to answering machines
Mass-loneliness in this age of disease
Why don't you let me hide behind my dreams?
Soul has been left behind
Blind fight into a passion
Sell yourself as a member of the
Daily-routine nation
Don't run away, you can't
Machine keeps eyes on you
They can't see through your walls
Your mind has been bought
Copy lyrics and 
Send "Misgiving 2000" Ringtone to your Cell
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