Text: Flipper. American Grafishy. Distant Illusion.

You´re a dead empty sexless soul
And all you have is what you buy to show

You keep on buyin´
What is shoved into your mind
Thinking all the time you´re an original kind
But what you don´t know
They say it won´t hurt
So if you don´t find out soon
There will be a global alert

`cause you´re a dead empty sexless soul
And what you don´t have you will never know

Now keepin´ up with hip cool or being down
Keeps you so busy you can´t hear the distress sound
The world´s gettin´ wasted
As we just grab more and more
Killin´ off our planet
In the end we´ll all lose for sure


You´re a dead empty sexless soul
Giving out opinions
But your feelings keep you on hold

There´s a distant illusion that controls mass minds
Media advertising becomes a gold mine
There´s a distant illusion that keeps you in your place
Going to work on time but waking up too late
There´s a distant illusion and we had better
Question why or be left behind in evolution
Bounding through time

You´re a dead empty sexless soul
And what you don´t know
Can kill you very slow