[Part 1]
Around 30 seconds after a successfully ended war of the drug against your cortex
Your whole sight changes into a dance of hundreds unknown
instruments, the cockpit
Of a to date not yet invented fighter jet
starting to jump through the sound barrier
points are becoming lines and colerful lances
a whirl, a tunnel, you fly out of the window of the apartment of your friend, along the street
past the train, past the pitch black tree crowns
Into the next level, through it, and where should all that end
where's the top and where's the bottom
for how many seconds have you been flying those tracks of neongreen sparks
Turned to a pattern of squirming colors
On Christmas Eve
Parts are being charged
and everything blurs in 3 gliding tracks
Which unite in shining circles of madness, the hostage of the evening
the bloom of the morning, the heat of noon, a tremble of an air without love
it's screaming all the time for the bible's arrogance, for a neongreen lightning and thunder
[Hook 1]
At first it's very familiar
Gradually it's looking weird
Just a push was needed
To unhinge the world
[Part 2]
Do you know this scene from Matrix
where Neo's being asked which pill he'd like
Those here are looking like smarties
Many are colored, they stop the thing in your skull
This grey mass of circa one and a half kilos
the CPU of the, full with mistakes, Bio Computer with preinstalled organic Linux
The system inside of you is exactly like the one out there, you have to overthrow it
To break the chains of rules, shorten the information's way
Be the wheel without theeth, shit into the world's gearing, take those brain vitamins
this chemically plausible alternative, write an irreversible own bible
we peel the onion of perception's history
with knives made of stares, until you realize, the time is a fluxus
no knive's working properly, it's running in layers, it's transparent
only very rarely it's linear, the thought about it is a bad habit
absurds, comic strips, where I wrote my name in liquid chrome
[Hook 2]
At first it's very familiar
Gradually it's looking weird
Just a push was needed
To unhinge the world
[Bridge]
Can you keep something to yourself
Today I flew
At home I've got a whole suitcase full with new drugs
I know you don't believe me, but today I flew
And in case you want, you'll get the new drugs frome me as well
Can you keep something to yourself
Today I flew
At home I've got a whole suitcase full with new drugs
I know you don't believe me, but today I flew
And in case you want, you'll get the new drugs frome me as well
[Outro 2x]
No sideeffects
No coming down
No aftertaste
The world's becoming black as the night
No sideeffects
No coming down
No aftertaste
The world's a artifact