New Gods
There's a man who we all want to be.
He lives in dreams on silver screens.
Traded Gods and sagas for him.
We all fight to feel relevant.
If you like this, why don't you buy that?
There's a man who we all can't see.
He puts a price on our empathy.
Traded our relations to him.
We all fight to feel relevant.
Standardized.
Certified.
Maximized.
Save me from my boring life.
Cause everything feels empty here.
Fill me up with cheap ideals.
Till the heat leaves my corpse.
I feed on managers.
I stomach stock-owners.
I swallow technocrats.
I gnaw on war-mongers.
Standardized.
Certified.
Maximized.
Save me from my boring life.
Just don't wanna let 'em turn this, my heart,
into another place to swipe your credit card.
Got no idea how the sun might look
when you've grown up at night.
Till the heat leaves my corpse.
Always hungry for more.
There's a man who I ́d rather be.
He lives in mirrors, not screens.
Writer/s: Timo Baur, Robert Anderson, Julian Schulze, Christopher Schmidt, Benedikt Ricken
