Testo di Under Narcoleptic Delusions

It feels so empty Dwelling among the bustling biomass Chaotic flickering Bacteriums (sic) through the microscope Indifferent electric light Brings no life to crippled souls Pathetic generation Under oppression of thinking machines Huge grey gathering In collapse of morality Concrete steel empire Fragile to deformity Dying out surrounded With borrowed needless things With betrayed ideals of constance (sic) Belching out sordid duality It feels so needed Like a needle for a craving vein Delight through filth Beyond the border of behaviour Reproduction without control To be lost among the similar ones Cloned to live instead Of them theirselves (sic)