Written on the Bourgeois Body - The (International) Noise Conspiracy

Cut off, not happy not too sad

State of come right in drugwonderland

No existence, culture or game

Advertised by failure and by shame

(Infringed and death struck) Condemned by freedom rules set

Not even freemarket can change that

Lack of life the economy brings

Turns everything into things, to things, yeah!

(A blind nostalgia) Ship us downtown for some good old days

Corrupt the passion and control the space

Blame the victim so we can get away

This system turned’s all into slaves, to slaves, yeah!

People here are hardly breathing

Everybody seems to have lost their head

I don’t know about you baby

But feels like I’m living amongst the dead

People here are hardly breathing

Everybody seems to have lost their head

I don’t know about you baby

But feels like I’m living amongst the dead

Cut off, not too happy not too sad

State of come right in drugwonderland

No existence, culture or game

Advertised by failure and by shame, yeah!

Hey!

People here are hardly breathing

Everybody seems to have lost their head

I don’t know about you baby

But feels like I’m living amongst the dead

People here are hardly breathing

Everybody seems to have lost their head

I don’t know about you baby

But feels like I’m living amongst the… Dead!

Written on the bourgeois body

Written on the bourgeois body

Written on the bourgeois body

Written on the bourgeois body

Written on the bourgeois body

Written on the bourgeois body

Written on the bourgeois body

Written on the bourgeois body