in english

2nd try (at a speed of 200 km/h)

(im zweiten anlauf (mit 200 Sachen))

it was just as it had always been

but totally different at the same time

a couple of worlds are caving in, lightyears away

and the speed more intense than ever

just a last break to take a breath

a last step on the brake

a very last look back, and then full speed ahead

and the end seems kind of brutal

on the run from yourself

and the revenge of the neckties

you'd rather swallow poison

than swallow your pride

was it coolness or psycho?

or just totally insane?

eternity for 16 seconds, yet the answer is still "no"

a crash at a speed of 200 km/h

back to guts and shit and slimy stuff

like a bomb exploding in a field

no offense to the dead, but an asshole is an asshole

no matter how this asshole bites the dust

emo ergo sum

everything's going to be super, the malls are already there

miles and miles of shelves, low prices, great freedom

the garbage of wealth for human waste

who's got everything and still wants more

and never ever gets satisfied

everybody's happy, yet the offers could be better

emo ergo sum, here i feel a human, here i go shopping

in search of the moment

some fun, some happines

and something to take away the boredom

there are thing that are worse than atomic war -

like standing in line at the store

the final victory (endsieg)

of your love parade- theme park

the total emptiness

of your talk show- monologues

the slight insanity

of your average characters

eldorado for the next generation of misanthropists

(nachwuchsmisanthropeneldorado)

the anatomy of the modern world

shifting between fast changes and slow decay

a wold of vending machines, production on demand

a temple mount made of plastic for a religion of consumption

the by-product: an insane Frankenstein

emotionally crippled, watching tv by himself

only a stereotype, waiting desperately for death

exchangeable, neurotic, gullible and submissive

nothing's changed in the eldorado for the next generation of misanthropists

a paradise of ignorants and beer tent- patriots

a soap opera- life of a golden darkness

between the temples of big business- nazis and entertainment- mob justice

idiots are being raised on cozy cushions

an army of neon- clones, obsessed with being young

blinded and run over by a cynical illusion

reality has overtaken irony a long time ago

and the brain is exercising doublethink

while the struggle for privacy is fading away

this world is going straight to hell as a result

of a globally expanding social efficiency

a confession on every dollar bill

(bekennerschreiben)

the asphalt greyer than ever

and the numbers keep climbing up the pile of corpses

a burger on a plate, a punch in the face

and the cutthroats stay out of sight

some weapons, some dead guys

and a confession on every single dollar bill

and if you're looking for a god, how about my humble self

because I'm allmighty - the digital time

and rotten odours are wavering through open doors

when all of a sudden the winds turn

and the deafening echo of thousands of pledges of allegiance

give me goosebombs

some pornos, some sports

the tv is the agent for subtle genocide

and the status of a hero for the dumbest jerk -

how much stupidity is necessary for this perverted nonsense?

so much fun, so little time

I'll tie you on a short leash and give you some loans

this will be your hell, and it belongs to me

your bodies can go to work, but your brains stay with me

I'll register everything

I'll exhibit all the little embarrassments of your life

challenge me, I'll bring you down on your knees

and when you wake up tomorrow, you'll be in a mental ward

NNN

sometimes it's like a nightmare

some strange power is conquering my life

i can't explain it, i just feel its presence

it's so confused and clear at the same time

it's too complex to be named in one term

masked too well to be seen as one unit

almost too trivial to be recognised -

yet it's everywhere

it's the shopping duty around christmas

the public run on stocks

the message between advertisement lines

the mass letters written by machines

it's alive, it's alive

in the billboard grin on every street

it's alive, it's alive

in the gently brutal voice above our heads

our world is sinking in euphoria and madness

division of labour is the principle that makes us line up

the real dilemma is that there seems to be none

well, doesn't matter anyway, because mankind doesn't miss anything

just the course of events, happening as usual

running us over as sensitively as a steam roller

we're looking ahead with a grin chiseled into our face

and decay is splashing out of every pimple of this world

it's the big business- deal

the ego shooter- video game

the blood dripping from the tap

the chains at the limbs of billions of dreaming idiots

culture of kaputalism

(kaputalismuskultur)

welcome, dear friend, to our world of tomorrow

a world of harmony, without grief and sorrow

we'll tell you the way it's working out:

our third is celebrating orgies and the rest has to rationalize

we're riding roughshod and pay a starvation wage

because the end justifies the means for global expansion

the state of our world's economy is fatal

privatizing is the sollution - our world is going liberal

in the 21st century we'll invest a lot of money

in structural adjustment programs for the third world

you might want to buy some stocks, it's a game without losers

just invest in our little business

welcome, dear folks, to the meeting of the giants

multinational corporations, lobbyists, stockbrokers

the economy of the future will have serious consequences

so let's arm europe and secure ist borders

then we'll present the media of the future

and turn your interest away from politics with our show

whether it's nuclear energy or genetic engineering, nobody will care

resistance is futile - we are rich and radical

we know those are some aspiring goals

but we're going to do it by wine, bread and entertainment

little dying

(kleines sterben)

allday dying is working out better than it was planned to

you are the worthless evidence

turn a blind eye and sow your wild oats

and in the end the circle will be completed

be so unique in your uniform

although there are millions of your kind

because your individual defines itself only by buying

and in the end you'll just be another number

go! get a job

function and obey, don't think, shut the fuck up and die

the engine is running to tighten your thumbscrews

get a job and enjoy your little pleasures

but you'll never reclaim your sold out life

don't be so upset, and don't complain

because you don't even notice that something's missing

build yourself a hierarchy where you don't find yourself at the bottom

because that's all that matters

suppress your little dying and the machinery

that erodes you from inside

because it's controlling your life from the cradle to the grave

and in the end there will be nothing

the facade still ok, the idyll seems perfect

but it's a life sentence, on a job and a family,

in your suburban concentration camp

rat poison

(rattengift)

movies rated R, drinking on friday nights

he's still too young for this kind of stuff

yet, the more the facade breaks away, the more he loses his face

and locks himself up in a world of dreams

one thing is clear

the illusion is fading away, year by year

he doesn't notice that he is being choked

that the noose is getting tighter

he doesn't notice that he is being choked

first girlfriend, going out, everybody's going after his money

because now he is old enough

only 9 to 5 can maintain his standard of living

and he's growing into this self- deception

one thing is clear

the older ones are smarter

more artificial flavours are necessary

unless they should discover the rat poison

more artificial flavours are necessary

jumpimg jack

(hampelmann)

i'm not a professor, not an orator

not a poet, nor a philosopher

yet, i know i can make a fool of you

because we're keeping you pretty stupid

now you're watching tv and you see my grinnning face

i'm talking about simple matters

but my choice of words is way too complicated for you

if you had an idea of what i really want

or if you knew how good i feel about it

and if you understood what i'm really saying

you still would not question it

i guess it does not really matter

whether i really want to change something

or whether i just quench my thirst

for historical immortality

because you keep voting this state will go on functioning

so we will continue

to conduct the orchestra of thieves

and the human money- lemon will be squeezed, over and over

and the upright citizen instigated against the mob

i'll bleed you like a butcher bleeds a cow

we all have to bleed until we're completely empty

two minutes hate

(zwei minuten hass)

two minutes immigrants, all of them illegal

two minutes marching nazis, way too radical

two minutes economic growth, no jobs for nobody

two minutes unemployment, lazy slobs

two minutes civil war, children are being buried

two minutes NATO- mission, collateral damage

two minutes of saving money for retirement

two minutes self- presentation of celebrities

complex matters next to gossip

no background information

complex matters, made appear simple

reduced to slogans for the ignorant mob

you can discuss our product at bingo night

we are the ones who direct your hatred

in order to prevent you from recognizing the real problems

if you feel tempted to think for yourself

without any substance, but multicolored (isn't it fun?)

nothing but a farce - here's two minutes hate

two minutes voyeurism, images of the dead

two minutes sensationalism, it's all about the ratings

two minutes naked bodies, right after the commercials

to be continued in two minutes - just stay at home

chewed up media- mash

there's something for everybody, whether it's left wing or right wing

we tell you the kind of stuff you like to hear

and make money until we go to hell

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