the same

all things remain the same – small chance you see a change there, different kind of taste, in technicolor flavor

we should meet our friends – conversations from the nightlife, commercial flow TV, like an open-sign at nightlight

is anything in vain – suggestions from my facepal, domesticated mess – inscriptions in your graveyard

what´s this sh*t supposed to be? you mean we don´t,  i mean this sh*t killed MTV.

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