Cold Comfort - Haujobb

extreme real dream 
perpetually hammering 
moving pictures around 
some smell of industry 
don't know what's happening 
something fills me up with greed 
i feel cloned 
yes i am home 

order forms originals 
same shit a million times 
equal products compete 
with each other for to breathe 
never leave 
a stable existence 
fixed fragments 
of a single entanglement 

maintain a constant pulse beat 
close to the environment 
planet me 
rotation 
so necessary neverending clarity 
excluding any possibility 
trust me 
we define everything