Mean World Syndrome (feat. Sascha Konietzko)

Well hey!

If it isn’t favourite audience

Always ready to listen and learn Bow down,

your obedience

You’re in luck, we’ve decided to return

For years they have been lurking in the tunnels down beneath

They’re back into the limelight Now armed to the teeth

So, just what you’ve waiting for Morlocks in the house

Lamashtu, Innocentius and that fucker Strauss

Consider them a threat

to morality and common sense You ain’t seen nothing yet

of their bizarre and cryptic influence Prepare to be lead astray

Courtesy of Käpt’n K Nothing will make sense

to your confusion and dismay

It doesn’t matter what you try Everyone is gonna die

Join the lamentation

of the mean world syndrome Hiding in the shadows

of your own safe little universe Under the impression

that it’s always getting worse!

And it is! You know it’s true!

Black helicopters coming for you and your guns!

By the power of mace and taser

You glorious chemtrailblazer

You’re so pretty in your tinfoil hat You are clutching pearls

the world is flat

What kind of fuckery is that?

Some like it dirty (Some like it dirty)

Some like it (Some like it hot

Some like it different

like it different)

But we do

(Oh no we don’t)

The world is full of things That we never comprehended Pull my strings

and let’s get offended

Cut and run, cease and desist It’s all so problematic

and we’re keeping a list

And I can’t handle words I don’t know what to do

My natural reaction is to deplatform you

Take measures and ban this song Everything is bad

if you’re doing it wrong

 

And always remember that you’d rather be dead

Than give in to the man and that chip in you head

Drink your silver, stay secure

Completely resistant but ritually impure

True to the Q, let all secrets transpire

Remain in your echo chamber Preach to the choir

Never make up for the lack of spines

Always assume and read between the lines

Hidden death rays spreading through the air

Make sure to wake up, sheeple

Stick it to the lizard people

Bringing out the panic and despair

And they feed on irrational fears

Doomsday is coming, it will end in tears

But I’m just a morlock and you know that’s why I don’t care

I was born to raise cats

Nobody but you can authorize opinions

Everybody’s evil but you and your minions

Smash your own head!

Rinse and repeat!

Everyone’s a slave to the ultra heavy beat

They said it on the news There ain’t no cure

for the present time blues, no! Nobody hears you, what a shame

Dissent and denial, the modus operandi Trust no one, keep your laser handy There’s always someone else to blame

They’re onto me, they’re onto you

They’re onto God and country too

Everything you can’t explain is nothing but an outrage

Post traumatic soul distress

Damaged by the yellow press

Put your own brain in a Faraday cage

Name the prize!

Advertise!

Weaponise!

Agonise!

Easy to control

Everything is fatal and it’s aiming for your soul

There’s nothing much to tell

But a great deal to sell

Everybody’s hostile

The horizon has blackened

It’s a pity that the world will end

But worse things have happened