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Like the craziest pilots are we crashing the same
Building down?
Like in Marxist revisions are we willing for a economy
Crack as a premonition?
Nothing is more cynical than the culture industry
We all agree, we stand for the recreation of myths.
Expectators in silence that are carrying the weight of
The world on their own
And the symbols will burn, the bad and good ones,
Stickers, t-shirts, book, cds, and posters on your wall
Because nothing is more cynical than the culture
Industry...
We all agree, we stand for the recreation of myths.
From the city to the country, for the weak and for the
Brave
There're nations who workship all these new divinities
We prefer one big imposture to a minor piracy
So close your eyes and shut your mouths we're got nothing
Else to say.