Man Of The New Age Songtext
von MoodMan

Culture had died noiselessly
Somewhere between
A war and TV advert
Torn, broken apart

The world is like a mocking torturer
Feeding his greed
In the river stained by slops
And by a weak currency


You wake up before the dawn
Wearing creation of poser
Busily petted
By a reflection in the mirror

Another gadget
Traded for plastic
Another day spent in a drag
Between hermitage and a burb′s fortress

Smiles and handgrips
Corridor's games day after day
Perfumed puppets
Crowded, lonely and naked

Do you really enjoy yourself?
Are we the ones we wanted to be?
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