Cold Comfort - Haujobb

Extreme real dream

Perpetually hammering

Moving pictures around

Some smell of industry

Don’t know what’s happening

Something fills me up with greed

I feel cloned

Yes, I am home

Order forms originals

Same shit a million times

Equal products compete

With each other for to breathe

Never leave

A stable existence

Fixed fragments

Of a single entanglement

Maintain a constant pulse beat

Close to the environment

Planet me

Rotation

So necessary neverending clarity

Excluding any possibility

Trust me

We define everything