Shortly before the end an overripe fruit unleashed a captivating smell that was only excelled by the chant of the dying swan on a golden lake at sunset. A zealous decadent of the 2012 movement which had been known as hyperactive Y2K conspiracy blogger during the nineties and zeroes had scribbled EndZeit in an armed ghetto style onto the face of Monalisa and became the new internet-video-hype. Somewhere on a remote mountain top a silhuette seems to be in some sort of a rant-chant-dance in the morning light of a winter morning
To oh one two
To oh! one two
To oh! one two
and everyone is
waiting for the three
Calamity finality
a count up blow
to oh one two
to oh! one two
to oh one two
and everyone is
praying on their knees
paying little big
time end time fees
Calamity finality
totality of
bancorrupcy
yet another
exploitation of our fears
from heart beats'
race to flushy tears
a blow up count
to oh one two
to oh! one two
to oh one two
why everyone is
buying all those f lying ones
like that returning
flying flu from outside to you
and the needle
against it
or both fever and
folly in the meat on your plague
and a tighter
controll at animal farm
oh recycled tales of
instability and emergency
serving rules of
oppression
and the repeating of
the echo of the end of the worlds
plus another savior
to ease transition
to oh one two
to oh! one two
to oh one two
So let me ask you
one more time
why is everyone here
buying all those f lying ones
instead of beaming
with the joyful ones
to oh one two
to oh! one two
to oh one two
[this numerology
hidden deep inside mumblology
sends your favorite
transaction into space and action
sending out:
money, hopes and
beliefs
ethic griefs and the
human right for optimism
into various black
holes of annihilation
coming in and
receiving:
yet another kick for
your fear
yet another squeeze
for your tear
one more dose of
mental slavery
cancel transaction:
time to breath and
smile and glow
time for inside
outside peace to slow
the quickbeat
clickspeed of our fear
and the business in
get out of it]
