Semantic Satiation Songtext
von Maison Hall.

Stuck in a box with a bunch list-makers
And then I went and became the very best of the lot
So, they took me to a pen with the other dictators
And we compete, ′cause we're told we′re the cream of the crop

Hey kid, do you like playing games?
Me too, we're one and the same
Really, that's all that we do
And if it doesn′t make sense
We say it again and again


Never waste a second, ′cause the second you do
We'll find another plastic being we can mould in your shoes
So, go live in isolation on the far side of the moon
You′ll just be spitting in the faces of the people that invested in you

I don't want to play these games
(Well of course you don′t)
Me too, we're one and the same
(So, what is it you suggest we do?)
Well I could try the same thing we′ve done a million times
And hope that the winning lottery numbers align
And if it doesn't work out
We'll do it again
We′ll do it again and again and again