Das Kollektiv [English translation]

A thousand small fragments of life,

never achieved consciousness.

Exist, for a short while,

yet are already so hopelessly ill.

Not yet dead and barely alive,

become an entity.

The queen can weave them,

gruesome majesty.

The swarm always only wants one thing,

she lets it off her leash.

An ominous mother

spit it out and you will feed!

There is a humming in the pipes,

and nothing ever stops it.

Through the veins she pumps the legions

even to the most remote regions

of the hotel and each of its rooms,

but the guests have no idea.

Hungry for life and excessive,

invisible but invasive.

The collective.

The collective!

It never leaves any traces.

Towards the lives of others, it is urged instinctively.

The engine is running at full speed,

a blind hunger drives the collective.

A will directs the parasites,

dull swarm intelligence.

The queen has much to offer

for the gray eminence.

The swarm always only wants one thing,

she lets it off her leash.

An ominous mother

spit it out and you will feed!

There is a humming in the pipes,

and nothing ever stops it.

Through the veins she pumps the legions

even to the most remote regions

of the hotel and each of its rooms,

but the guests have no idea.

Hungry for life and excessive,

invisible but invasive.

The collective.

The collective!

How they radiate when they swarm,

without ever getting warm.

Guests sleep without worries,

so much is hidden from them.

Everything they consume at night

does not sate them.

Everything they devour

will be digested, but never forgotten.

There is a humming in the pipes,

and nothing ever stops it.

Through the veins she pumps the legions

even to the most remote regions

of the hotel and each of its rooms,

but the guests have no idea.

Hungry for life and excessive,

invisible but invasive.

The collective.

The collective.

The collective!