Sangtekst: Tankard. Stone Cold Sober. Broken Image.

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Images flooding all of your channels and
Senses down inflated facts
All is now is all
Meshes
Where is the catch in the net of a
World of world
Appropriate reality meaningful fluidity

Disconnected symbol signify no more
In decontextualizing fuckers
Of the TV's amputated signs is it

Mediation the screen is hiding a meaning
Fragmentation broken mirror
Performation the mind assembles the pieces
Information reconstruction?

Memory passing into oblivion
History postmodernized into the present
Distance
Collapse into a design of coincidence
No tomorrow in today and tomorrow
No today

Arbitrary symbols signify no more
In uncontextualizing fluidal
Collages washing it away
Give me

Mediation the text is hiding a meaning
Fragmentation broken mirror
Performation the mind assembles the pieces
Information reconstruction?

Where am I, I need to clutch a
Solid word that simply means
Nothing real is here around me
Language is reduced to schemes

S.O.S. communication
Breaking down without a code
Free but lost without a limit
Endless nothing in the way

Anarchy but language is violent
Is there no escaping it without destruction
Meaning the final quest leading into obscurity
Curses on a conscious mind reiteration endlessy

Unremotting spirales
Twisting common sense
Is there no communicatio
Silence no solution
Neither is the word
Is there

Mediation is mind is hiding a meaning
Fragmentation broken mirror
Reformation the mind assembles the pices
Information reconstruction?