Episk låt med alldeles för stora ambitioner. Experimenterade med medvetet atonala instrument och tempoväxlingar i kombination med omedvetet atonal sång.
Through the silence of the city
I can hear the voice of a doomsday prophet
predicting catastrophy,
though he knows it’s against the law.
Problems can’t be solved.
They should be dismissed with censorship.
They take him for a trip
to a far too wellknown destination.
We want it, we need it,
We feed it and we bleed for it.
Give us artificialness!
Cyber-citizens
bathe in ultra-violet violence,
trying to fit into
the beauty-norms of the highest class.
We’ve waited for too long
for the pill of our dreams and abstinence grow.
A newsboy tells the news
from a clandestine paper and awakens the people:
”In ten dead bodies we’ve found traces from intended accidents and
this is just the beginning.”
We realise all the facts;
the losts, the accidents the deaths of dissidents.
The products of progress
find their minds and wreck the system.
We searched and we found it
the truth and the reality.
Collaps of artificialness.
Through the chaos of the city,
I can hear the voice of censorship
predicting catastrophy,
but the new-born human race do without machines.