(it's interference) Songtext
von The Library Is on Fire

Waving at the abyss
In a traffic jam on your path to bliss
Like the rest of the sui generis
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Wish it was only a dream
But welcome to the Anthropocene
Where nobody says what they really mean
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The pave the astral plane with
A symphony of distraction everyday
As you watch all the ice just melt away
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And we′re so glad to see you in our wasteland
So nice of you to come to our wasteland
Thank you for your interest in our wasteland
Now its time for you to leave our wasteland
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I hold my head to the fire
Realize its gone past down to the wire
What on earth does our consciousness require?
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Poem at the end of the mind
In the act of finding what will suffice
As I rest my head down on the ice
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