Inside our squalid homes: a safe place behind security doors Sheltered from all we better ignore: the starving, the homeless, the dying, the poor... Any utopia only makes us scoff It's all "ok" as long as all can be turned on and off As longs as we can relax in our comfort zones and explore the world with the remote control This city breathes d**h and disease A dying ba*tard on a drip Part of the myth They have taken whatever they could find: knocked on our doors Or krept inside: replacing everything with an image of it Who told you that the street never sleeps? They've taken everything and sold you ease instead Now lean back: All you need is at your fingertips Pale screen shines down on you Sn******gs and takes you for a fool Tell me what are you gonna do? s** up the praise End of a meaningless day The next one will be strictly the same Plunge in your easy-chair: Salvation is only one mouse-click away