Sensation Civilization (The Comsic Office of Coincidence)

I wander around this rubble they call home

Self appointed children of it's dawn

Makes you wonder for how long they might have known

That their very actions kill their spawn

Many out of one, is what they have become

And on with the show

The bread and the games

And on with the cashflow

The dead and the vain

They base identities on what they have achieved

Don't waste a thought on who they are

They trust in god on paper, a creed to be believed

Justified wagers for their wars

Many out of one, is what they have become

And on with the show

The bread and the games

And on with the cashflow

The dead and the vain

Possessions, obsessions

The dawn's on the rise

Kings fried, slaves dried

But no one's twice as wise

Doomsday, tombs to pay

Devil in disguise

Sensation civilization

Civilized by living lies

I've walked the face of earth in fear not to succeed

I never knew what's worth to try

Society has failed to plant it's failure's seed

Questions asked are reasons why

Many out of one, is what they have become

And on with the show

The bread and the games

And on with the cashflow

The dead and the vain

Possessions, obsessions

The dawn's on the rise

Kings fried, slaves dried

But no one's twice as wise

Doomsday, tombs to pay

Devil in disguise

Sensation civilization Civilized by living lies

Words and music by  M. Borchert/ M. Schulz