GRAVEYARD SHIFT

one sheep standing next to another
who is who we no more recognize
geneticly perfect body
syntheticly emotionalized

soda and petrol, cream and oil
drunk all time but never happy
sinking in the luquid soil
reather be dead than part of the public

so much to do and so little time
we have sold the future to the One who stands behind
too much power and too little brains
all the limits have been broken, now we celebrate