Hell Screen Songtext
von Plattenbau

26 Hours a day
8 Days a week
Shooting shells point-blank
In the faces of the weak
Who inherits the earth?
Certainly not the meek
Always available
Hell on the screen
I hear a scream
And I′m window-shopping


Red alert
For the latest product
And the bombs are dropping
Bloody children's faces
Calling my name
And I can almost taste it
Voices rushing through my head
Chasing this desire
To a bottomless pit
It feels like I′m tripping

I almost start to like it
Burning on this beach
Falling into sunset
Lying on a beach
Sipping on a drink
Capturing it all
For a captive audience
Lying on a beach
Sipping a drink
Capturing it all


For a captive audience
Painting a canvas
Of a world in flames
Painting a canvas
Of a world in flames
This one's gonna go
For millions
This one's gonna go
For billions
Hell on the screen

Chasing a dream
Running away
From the bludgeon
Of reality
Hell on the screen
Chasing a dream
Running away
From the bludgeon
Of reality
Hell on the screen

Chasing a dream
Running away
From the bludgeon
Of reality
Hell on the screen
Chasing a dream
Running away
From the bludgeon
Of reality