Hybernation Songtext
von Forlorn

How small you′ve become

Prepared and bottled, pre-installed horizons
Queued, piled and stocked, packed, labeled and stored
Arms and legs, attach, detach, access profile, search for gene match
Injected, manners and flaws, bogus fiction, reality's war
Institute of glass, compressed format
This world of shattered mass, made by the don′t-do-that
Here, you have no name, here, you live through digital fame
Life through needles, lifeless, needless


Hibernation, where they monitor what you do
Where men of creation drop down the truth for you
The eye made this compromise, selected few
Sacred ones, providers of life, removers of choice
We won't bow down, won't go down in a unisoned voice

Our voice will bind ten, who in turn will bind ten
Over and over and over again
Hiding in signals, exchanging ideas
Organizing our counterstrike

New ideas, proclaimed dead before born
Innovation corrupt, your life in a box
Controllers of downs and ups
Renovation needing, a revolution breeding

Hibernation, where slavery is a deal
Where men of perfection cut off your disbeliefs
Hibernation, salvation, damnation, hibernation

I think in such three-dimensional terms