Another trend is set And again it's not what we're about We're not your product Accept that we can't be bought
You pump your money into artificial puppets Who bleek their teeth on our TV screens We sing our heart out, we get our fuel by those who dance Too many one hit wonders while we try to build and care
We don't need your structures We built and save on our own We won't be artificial I say we can't be wrong
You pump your money...
"Hey Mr. Superstar, Do you really think we care? You think you're saying something We think you're fucking nothing Your message is killed by the pay-cheque in your hand It's already hard at work as your machine destroys..."
