One Fancy Restaurant
They have no opinion whatsoever, have no taste
They don't even mind the cracks sculptured in their heads
They don't want to seek their truth, can't distance themselves
They don't die, they don't live
Manipulating, manipulated
Sweet sweat sweet reflectiveness
Locked inside, shallow, want to swallow the world
They only eat, what they are served
They are deceiving, they are deceived
They have plenty of gods
They pray to institutions
Manipulating, manipulated
So nice, so right, so swell
Locked inside, shallow, want to swallow the world
Blinded by the vastness of meaning
They are digested by the ones they have fallen for
Blissfully consumed by ignorant taste masters
The side dishes in the restaurants of the tasteless
Delightfully dismembered on the porcelain plates
Writer/s: Michal Maslak, Michal Augustyn, Bartosz Licholap, Jakub Basek, Piotr Gruenpeter
