01. discontent industry

information is a resource, something we all need. but there is a point beyond which the speed and amount of information starts to diminish the quality of our lives. the more people who are competing for our attention, the more outrageous things they have to do to get it... and so the neon signs become bigger, the TV ads become louder, more shocking and more vulgar, and so do the shows between the ads.
- david shenk, "data smog"

are we streaming to listen, or listening to stream? do we base shortage on suggestion, or density on speed? do we dedicate this life to the dictatorship of the omnipresent beam? take in this comprehensive overflow of cultivated insolation. artificial fascination now! take in this crown-embellished artefact, that's world record in stimulation. input is relaxing us somehow, in permanent replay. plug in and play! i hear this phrase repeating. play your part, mistreating your own senses and mind. leaving any chance for objectivity and true interests behind. within this mass-diversion policy, we're dying for attention - a fact discontent industry is able to retail in globalized dimensions. as the input levels fell, we're dying for this bullshit that the centralized indoctrinating corporate-funded mass-media sells us.

02. the political aspect of unpolitical thinking

when the world ends, white dust will fill the air like the curtain at the end of a play. a rain of desperate bodies will fall from the windows of burning buildings, drumming the concrete below. men with splinters in their eyes will stumble through streets choked with debris; women clutching babies will pick through the rubble and tear out their hair. our generation will go to its grave shouting its last words into a cell phone.
- harbinger, "5th communiqué"

there's a checkbox left in the corner of a life kept in narrow confines. there's a marker waiting for choices, while indifference and joy get combined. there's a million minds tied-up by routine, waiting for something to sample attraction. that's the selfish conformist potentially in action. like the self-centered torment inside, there's a carefully hidden connection, like a heartbeat inside my mobile. i keep feeding the global transactions and my righteousness straight underlined. is there anyone to face the facts? we're waiting for positive changes to happen. reaction remote controlled by unseen faction. fake. abstraction. stronghold of our civilization. do we disclaim existence of network relations? do we disclaim we're under control? there's a checkbox left on the backside, that's for breaking the narrow confines. as there's someone to profit from complacency there's no reason to get back in line. is there anyone, at anytime, to claim any form of comprehension? anyway, the destiny's defined. reaction remote controlled by unseen faction. fake. abstraction. stronghold of society. we lie to ourselves to prove our imperfection. lies we held up high for satisfaction's sake. there's blooddrops left as i refuel. there's death around your neck pretending to shine. there's tears inside my chocolate bar but i keep chewing. and wear sweatshop shoes so self-satisfied, so how deny i'm guilty?

03. war in the shadows

"anti-terrorist operation" - V.P.

infiltrated by tradition, intolerance and plan. the conflict certainly needs striking action. strike down insurrection. "see that's my dad on the floor, dead on the floor". thousands killed in the shadows of war. pulling strings in the media complex, the resources still form the highest interest. so compute the power we have to put in. compute the profits that we might get out. bring all the power that we can put in. get all the power that we can get out. putin get out of chechenia!

04. primetime killers

right time, wrong song, but the picture that's on had a great effect on my will to sing along. like a broadband bang that hit my mind ping-pong, the reaction is thrilling me. right time, wrong place, but the picture is killing me. my pale face ate fiction too willingly. right on time like the perfect appointment, perfect rhymes and a prey to point at. paramount spots on a blank display. primetime killers! primetime getaway! trading a cliché reaction. it's a paramount spot on a stale portrait. primetime killers! we're selling satisfaction! we're selling shape, we're selling style. we're selling sex, race and necessary -isms, right below the line. there's a few on the trigger, a few redesigned in professional containment. you see the show is the key to entertainment. we just guarantee proper payment. we just guarantee that fashion gets sold. a never-ending story turning shit into gold. save us from interpreting the wrong way. the wrong time, the wrong song in the wrong place! get along? get away with this fiction, the restriction's just a well known part in a well known game. the airwaves have to be reclaimed! pack it in a stereotype attraction. pack it in a stereotype style me!

05. step over the wall

today, the rate at which we are extracting trees, fish, topsoil and clean water, as well as creating pollutants and greenhouse gases, may match the speed of information technology and the economy, but it is not in sync with the reproduction rates of natural systems. until we slow down the rate of growth in information and technology and learn to pay attention to the true pace of the non-technological planet, we'll keep making unrealistic demands that can't be fulfilled.
- david suzuki "from naked ape to superspecies"

sustainability's gone, lost in effective approach. pounding on expectations based on this new point of view. after abusing this place, you'll find a blueprint of affinity. do we turn down disgrace by moving on? concern is easily replaced by blindly trusting the near-limitless potential of the human kind's desire. we're climbing higher, dig deeper, extremely profound! pick up what's left of reason and throw it all away, onto the pyre! the fire burns it to the ground. pick up what's left of reason, step over the wall and kill the biosphere, still unaware of the evident impact that's poisoning the air. but abusing this place got us the IMF acknowledgement. do we need faster pace for moving on? time is not easy to face, but we're apparently long overdue. lean back and watch the human age expire. pick up what's left of reason, ignored like the planet's last call. on the verge of extinction. dying for growth, yet far beyond the rates of supply. far beyond the rates of replacement. and no replacement we will find.

07. collection complete!

"there's enough for everyone's need, but not enough for everyone's greed"
- mahatma gandhi

presented sweet, rose, and brand-marked clean. a tasty melting emptiness of finest protein. setting aside the smell of liberation. swallow this question down, make it unseen! waiting for tomorrow. don't question, swallow it now! don't question, follow me now, into ecologic channels easily zapped away. a broken promise, a simple betray. my thoughts are getting suspicious, spinning around the core. i'm sitting on my mission like parzival before. we're gritting on tradition, crying out for more. what a great step forward, haunting templates for the price! consumption interacts with this collective mind. collection complete, a billion things of need. a billion willing minds to stay in shape. taste and feel the satisfaction sold 100% real. pure. sickness and cure. swallow! contradictory! my thoughts are getting suspicious, spinning ´round the core. i'm sitting on my mission like the industry before. we're gritting on tradition, crying out for more alternatives are waiting for me. waiting for a reputation based on theories. reproduction of a trademark. reselling pedigree. this is the argument i wait for

08. Z-7110

"the witnesses are dying"

the barb-wired perspective cut the evidence down to a promise. self-imposed but unretained. the trial maybe left this place in even-handed state. but silence somehow woke me up again. we see helplessness stuttering a plea. concealing participation. keeping focussed down. the witnesses are disappearing. their memories getting buried in the ground. taking all the secrets to a place we cannot claim yet to be found. the reproduction of a name revealing the unconceivable misdeed. for a short time emotions hit the ceiling. then we forget the point again. simon said remember. simon's dead. that's more than 60 years of nightmares. and finally a well-deserved repose. 60 years of chasing perpetrators in disguise. a lifespan of insisting to oppose. but time is taking over now to cloud the reasons for resistance. considered inappropriate? resistance's treated like crime. still defamed. fill in time. fill in name. and silence came the stern reply. get repaid for things we can never compensate. another lesson the past has taught us. and that the future desperately needs

09. portrait of conformity

what would happen if we stopped compromising, stopped playing their game altogether and concentrated all our efforts on creating channels of our own for spreading ideas in new ways?
- the crimethInc collective

give up the thought of a prepaid affection. trying to win in a satisfying fight. it's just the proof of infantile reactions, deeply implied in the plans of the calculating minds. punkrock sellout! that's the point - ideas get destroyed! so-called subcultures fill out the void. in these progressive and independent times the passion has disintegrated itself from inside. and fashion forced us to show up so pretty well designed pretty well designed. a bright shining portrait of conformity. give up the thought of a predefined existence. we're never playing a challenging game. and yet we proof our infantile resistance. demonstrating the colours and numbers and names. that's conventional thinking in unconventional frames. but i still cannot remember that sound associates change. ain't the mainstream killing the few left out there, weak, but willing to fight? take your strength from inside! while asking for less, the wind turned offshore, the clowns left the party, the fruits had no core. like dying protagonists in a bonus set scene. a fun-generationing conflict between. my distorted picture of integrity. my distorted picture of true rights and wrongs. i can't stop listening to this song.

10. kingdom

the lights set low, the blinds pulled down. we learned the lesson. the candle center-spot replies to questions asked repeatedly. a round of kings without a crown. who's gonna be the last one? this extraordinary task has made us feel so lonely. loneliness is just a momentary situation. put the music on again! probably your last chance to remove anxiety, everytime the music stops. the ground gets slippery with every new surprise. chances reallocated just like rolling dice. once more chances equalized, turn it up and take the pain away! just as the seats become less we let the endorphin increase. this kingdom is lost, we need an exit please. tighten the noose on my arm to make this story complete. so long! she's singing. she's screaming inside. unnoticed attempts of regaining consciousness. it's just inevitability and you, and irony we fell into a life less ordinary. a second of silence is suddenly a second of eternity. the sky turned black, her head turned blue. help me stop this, take the pain away.

11. anti #2

"are we using our music to sell revolution, or using revolution to sell our music?"

there's some "improperty" in your government, that's what antagonists heard. and jokes about your president finally got me concerned. so i put posters on my wall and switched my viewpoint anti-wrong. i wrote an undemanding chorus line, easy to sing along. sing along! sing along! sing along! sing along!

12. system failure

"as it stands, how much living do we have in our lives? how many mornings do you wake up feeling truly free, thrilled to be alive, breathlessly anticipating the experiences of a new day? how many nights do you fall asleep feeling fulfilled, going over the events of the past day with satisfaction? most of us feel as though everything has already been decided without us, as if living is not a creative activity but rather something that happens to us. there's a difference between life and survival."

upload complete! this system left me waiting for an answer on my purpose overnight. still waiting for it, i thought the community had discussed it on the board. i'm not available in just this moment. my life went offline in just this moment. recalibrate emotions, reboot ideas. the onscreen dialog is clear - system failure! clear, reload and execute backup facilities. "it's just a feeling". power up! compensate! "it's just a feeling"! limited access will make the situation safe, we hate abuse. i say there's nothing that important here to lose. believe me! what now? a constant tension isolating lines. the plan was to escape, out of this dissolution. only duties and no rights, is existence described in this way? there's nothing prepaid boot sequences for my life? there's no directory on this drive. blame me for asking, while pointing at a sign. this corporate identity has made us feel so safe with a tiny trace of ease before eight and after seventeen. most importantly, there must be something in between!

14. this time we try to separate

"operation spring"

i don't love you for sex. things turned out much more complicated. no place left to relax. hope had waved, but facts betrayed it. praise your freedom in times of war. choke the masses exploited before. close the borders, lock the doors that this alienation has made us ask for. this time we try to separate. this time we fight well improved by mass stultification. space is something that's missing in here. hope you get it and know your enemy. shut up and step back in line. this time, we simply exaggerate. this time they are to blame for existence. who's gonna tell me i'm weak? and as i said there is nothing shareable in here as we speak. give us a reason to negotiate in case of evident crime. i hear the voices of a nation state rejecting life and dignity in this time.

15. para fin[e]

rational arguments about limits often fail to persuade those who believe in the near-limitless potential of human creativity. they envision a new cyber life form that would somehow gradually merge with its own machines and move beyond eating, breathing, defecating, even beyond dying. these IT experts were proclaiming that our economies were evolving in the same way, towards dealing with pure ideas, in a cyberland that could ignore the dirt, the organic masses and the unpredictable chaos of the earth.
- david suzuki "the sacred balance"

the executioner's waiting for a solid confirmation. a description of the breakout door, a source for recreation. we always hesitate for more objective information. it's a waste of time, a waste of capabilities. the glass reflects a picture of the primary destination. only 1% is safe to see the final devastation. and as rio failed in ´92, the summit says efficiency, because wasted time is lost. what if self-destruction is nothing but an evolutional trick? just as lemmings interact in population politics. what an outstanding effort in trading nuclear compound while firmly anchoring the flag in the contaminated ground. take a seat high above, this is a great step forward, a great step in our eyes. dream of impossible redemption while our fake extensions are melting in the sun like para-fin[e], and wasted time is lost. the by-product is impossible to compost. in the focus of prosperity, self destruction's more than just an evolutional trick. the CEO outlined the corporation's politics. with a smiling and a crying eye, integrity is slowly fading. like melting rests of para-fin[e]. outdated. lost.