Krystal System - Slice lyrics

We offer you a dream That you'll call construction A simple query that will never end We give you an image To cherish with devotion, We put this image in your trembling hands We offer you the world If you bow to submission A dried up Paradise, a fireless Eden We think we grow up That it's automatic But we're made of shocks And we're made of past We hear it beating Our heart of plastic We hear this clock Pretending we'll never die The deadest amongst those Who're roting in here Preside over the grave Electing their Gods Now you worship on your knees The words of the law: "Loyal va**als Idolize me I am the Mild The Fear The Flail. Loyal va**als Idolize me I am the Mild The Fear The Flail" We think we grow up That it's automatic But we're made of shocks And we're made of past We hear it beating Our heart of plastic We hear this clock Pretending we'll never die Slice Slice, slice