Weighing War on Coma - The (International) Noise Conspiracy

Dead from the waist up

Constant coma keeps us all corrupt, yeah!

Weighed down with our blinds shut

No wonder that we feel so fucked up

Condemned to a blank mind

Waste product of the production line

New designs to assure that we are doing fine

While we spend our time spending time

Born straight into boredom

This freedom works if we can affors it

Bedrooms plastered guitars & haircuts

While this flow of nothing keeps us fucked up

Get to love the new flavors

Where cops and talkshows are the real saviors

Choice implies a different taste and I’m

Sure that we haven’t learned anything

Spend hours flipping — listening to songs about nothing

Spend life traumatized — paralysed baby with T.V.-eyes

Break the attention span

10 seconds' too much and I can’t comprehend

Fast moving, fast talking, no thinking plan

Needs to tell me how free I am

Cultural structure set to simplify

Brought up with empty minds & empty lives

New designs assure that we are doing fine

While we spend our time spending time

Get to love the new flavors

Where cops and talkshows are the real saviors

Choice implies a different taste and I’m

Sure that we haven’t learned anything

Spend hours flipping — listening to songs about nothing

Spend life paralysed — traumatized with T.V.-eyes

My hands are shaking

Could it be, yeah!

Another shot of

Hey!

this poverty

My hands are shaking

Could it be, yeah!

Another shot of

Hey!

this poverty, yeah!

We understand nothing

Nothing’s what we’re supposed to understand

We understand nothing here

Nothing’s what we’re supposed to understand

We understand nothing here

Nothing’s what we’re supposed to understand

We understand nothing here

Nothing’s what we’re supposed to understand