Written On The Bourgeois Body Lyrics

shut off not to happy not to sad, state of come in drugwonderland
no existence no culture no game, advertised by failure and by shame
infringed and death struck be freedom rules set
and not even a freemarket can change that
the lack of life that this economy brings turns everything into things
a blind nostalgia for some good old days
corrupt the passion and control the space
blame the victim so that we can get away
with a class system that turned everyone into slaves, into slaves
people here are hardly breathing, everybody seem to have lost their head
I don't know about you baby, but it feels like I'm living amongst the dead
shut off not to happy not to sad, state of come in drugwonderland
no existence no culture no game, advertised by failure and by shame, shame
people here are hardly breathing, everybody seem to have lost their head
I don't know about you baby, but it feels like I'm living amongst the dead
written on the bourgeois body