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The spectacle is able to subject human beings to itself because the economy has already totally subjugated them. It is nothing other than the economy developing for itself. It is at once a faithful reflection of the production of things and a distorting objectification of the producers.
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Salivate, Salivate, Come on, Pavlov’s dogs and fucking salivate
Red for the blood on our hands
White for our pale corpse skin
Blue for the years falling down the drain
Red for the poison in our veins
White for our skulls beneath the whip
Blue for the floods that destroy cities whole
We’ve traded love for convenience
We’ve traded liberty for the illusion of protection
We’ve traded history for blissful ignorance
We’ve traded the present for a future that will never happen
Be patient, happiness is just a click away
Be patient, happiness is a paycheck away
Be patient, happiness is an election away
Be patient……..
Red for the screaming sirens
White for the paint on the cars
Blue for the memories of what the sky once looked like
We’ve traded philosophy for anaesthetic
We’ve traded youth for an insurance policy
Our brains splattered on the pavement
An installment plan on misery
Be patient, happiness is just a click away
Be patient, happiness is a paycheck away
Be patient, happiness is a fürher away
Be patient……
Soil turns to mud, mud turns to ice, ice cracks beneath our feet
We drown, we drown, we drown…
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