Shut off not to happy not to sad State of come in drug wonderland No existence no culture no game Advertised by failure an by shame Infringed and death struck by freedom rules set And not even a free market can change that The lack of life that this economy brings Turns everything into things A blind nostalgia for some good old days Corrupt the passion and control the space Blame the victim so that we can get away With a class system that turned everyone into slaves People here are hardly breathing Everybody seem to have lost their head I don’t know about you baby But it feels like I’m living amongst the dead Shut off not to happy not to sad State of come in drug wonderland No existence no culture no game Advertised by failure an by shame People here are hardly breathing Everybody seem to have lost their head I don’t know about you baby But it feels like I’m living amongst the dead Written on the bourgeois body