Fiction Songtext
von PTYL

Sometimes I hear the most outrageous bullshit sold to me as real
For real, I don′t know how it got to be this easy
Doesn't matter if you know what you say
No one cares, no one checks, no one′s there, no one gives a shit
Sometimes I feel like a conspiratory finger in our ear
It's here, deliver propaganda, pseudo-science
Why are you so dumb and why so blind
With so many years in uni and so many years in research
Is there so much money to be made off lies
In the dark in a corner, not getting an exemption

You turn our soul into a brain
And let our time here run in vain
It makes us good the more we sing
It opens up and lets us in
We have a void behind the fear
We play pretenders, laughing here
It makes us good to nod and cheer
We shut off matter


Sometimes I see it, the way we stray
Away to make things more convenient
So deep in denial, denial
Listen buddy, I'm not buying what you′re selling
I don′t care for the happiness you give me with a shackle
Sometimes I see them so smug and sure
They've got the world beneath their finger
They linger, they breathe like clapping hands of echo minds
Staring all into a big black hole
Pray to God a dead God will emerge as software
Show us the way, show us the way

We turn our soul into a brain
And let our body be our chain
It makes us good the more we shame
′Cause God loves suffering and pain
Repeating what we wanna hear
It's all recorded, all is clear
It makes us good to be sincere
And call you bigots

We turn our soul into a brain
And let our body be our chain
It makes us good the more we shame
′Cause God loves suffering and pain
Repeating what we wanna hear
It's all recorded, all is clear
It makes us good to be sincere
And call you bigots