Besedila: Project Pitchfork. Antidote.

blood in my veins

pumping pumping pumping

a strange kind of numbness

in my head and my legs



maybe years ago a tiny sting

released a chainreaction

I'm watching gloomy TV

this makes me wanna scream



I need the antidote

so please be my antidote

and let us be the antidote

for this kind of brain-paralysis



all these liars and palliators

canonize the destroing doings

and what you see is a caricature

of how bad it really is

increase of economy by force of arms

military service in a nuclear reactor

asylum for big earners only

and tomorrow we fire god

they've got their own language

to express their destruction

sweet rippling words

for growing growing growing

hypnotising headlines shall make

you drowsy drowsy

that's the way they want you to be

'cause that's your function



I need the antidote

so please be my antidote

and let us be the antidote

for this kind of brain-paralysis



wake me up

'cause time is slipping away

the term is nearly at the end

but the more you change yourself

the more you change the others