Pointerlude Songtext
von Chill Bump

Outer space
Outer space
Outer space
Outer space
Outer space
Outer space

The-the-the only thing I can really speculate on
Is the very existence of my life
In terms of form, content
Form, content
Form


(Knock off the bullshit, get to the point)
This, this is, this is the point
It′s not bull-, bull-, bullshit
This, this is, this is the point
I can't seem to get that through to you
This, this is, this is the point
It′s not bull-, bull-, bullshit
This, this is, this is the point
Talking about my- my life, life, life

I'm not just talking about one person
I'm talking about everybody
I′m talking about form
I′m talking about content
I'm talking about interrelationships
I′m talking about God, the devil
Hell, heaven, do you understand!?
Finally!

Outer space
Outer space
Outer space
Outer space
You're so fucking dumb, I can′t believe it