They roar
Stop
Drabble all over you
Until you think
Your life is really great
They laugh sick at you and count the money
The last one Spark of imagination
Goes to its knees profitably
The cynics rule the big party
They have already infected you and half-heartedly paralyzed you
You have yourself
Because you are not like that you belong completely
Ashamed
And this voice in you has been ignored for too long
But your luck
She can't stay silent
Until you finally defend yourself
It doesn't matter
/>What you do
And it doesn't matter
Where you start
Just let them babble
Let them think
What they want
Because it counts just
That you know
What matters to you
And what your conscience can tolerate
They make you horny for the latest thing
For the trends
You tomorrow
Your consumer religion makes believers very easy
Nothing is for everyone
But everything is for them
They lull the rank and file into apathy
The world is beautiful for " Bild" and "Bunte"
Party!
But not all of them can be sold
Not stupid
You ask the most dangerous of the questions: WHY???
Quite no matter
What you do
And no matter
Where you start
Just let them babble
Let them think
What they want
Because all that matters is
That you know
What matters to you
And what your conscience can bear
Until the last hour strikes
When you no longer know
Wherever it goes
Then the seducers are lurking
And they wash themselves deep into your brain
Your will as a loser
But if sparks still fly within you
An unused one Fire
Then give yourself and them steam
Be dear to yourself
It doesn't matter...

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