Supply and demand determine the price - and the pyre's high
The most obvious reasons
No one will ever consider it
And the bastards describe themselves as saviours
I finish your sentences
I bring you to an end
The market regulates itself
It's a ghost's hand that works on the gears
Invisible - unfathomable - indistinct
And everything is possible
Two million dead
Your fucking machine has taken care of that
I dare you
Everyting that's thinkable one day
Will be thought and this will uncover the
Invisible - unfathomable - indistinct
Have we really gone this far today
This flames will consume ourselves one day as well
and the coincidences leave me frightening
And make me questioning your will to
Take your hands - off our lives
Yeah I know - You don't know shit
You had no part and the earth is flat
And the earth is flat!