good morning black moloch
I was watchin' you for hours first from a distance
then from the inside, your inside
your thumpin' pulse
the thousands of cars
the millions of people
the traffic jams
the rush hours
the sirens of the ambulance
and the police cars (the eye of the law)
you're made out of concrete over and over, up to the clouds
reflectin' the sky which is around you, underneath you
your houses are growin' like trees
and you, you're the forest
neglectin' the forest around you
includin' it in you
as well as you unite the ones who'd never get along among each other
you accommodate and hide the murderer and its prey
and the ones who wanna see you fall
with your amusements you're distractin' everybody
from the toddlers to the retirees
from what life really meant to be
but hey what is life
that was the question of a sixteen-year-old that is still not answered
yeah right, it's still not answered
I saw big shopping malls
elsewhere they would call it a town
you're right, I'm just jokin'
as a little one I started with provokin' cars and
coverin' the streets with colours
(yes, you're right again, a car is not provocable it's its driver)
but my mummy destroyed my ambitions to spray paint the pain(t) away
well so often I'm between affirmin' and acceptin' and refusin' and
protestin' the worlds, your reality
I want to turn into your dirt, your dust, your oil
I wanna become you black moloch
I wanna sleep in your ground, sleep with you
to be with you, to be you