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ORPHEUS - Fifteen Million Merits

No-one stops me till
I've said my piece.
I haven't got a speech.
I didn't plan words.
I didn't even try to...
I just knew I had to stand here,
and I wanted you to listen,
not just pull a face like you're listening,
like you do the rest of the time.
A face that you're feeling
instead of processing.

You pull a face, and
poke it towards the stage,
and we lah-di-dah, we sing
and dance and fuckin' tumble around.

And all you see
it's not people,
it's all fodder.
And the faker the fodder,
the more you love it.

Because we're so out of
our minds with desperation,
we don't know any better.
All we know is fake
fodder and buying shit.
That's how we express ourselves.
What? I have a dream
The peak of our dreams is
buying shit that's not even there.

You pull a face, and
poke it towards the stage...

It's only so much wonder we can bear.
When you find any wonder whatsoever,
you dole it out in meagre portions
and it's pumped through preassigned filters.

you have been told: you'll be facing a miracle
instead they sold you a false virtual oracle

since there's no more left of real-life activity
your sweat will be paid for entertainment's reality

till there will be a better condition,
there will be no escape from our chains
and if I could lie, I'd tell you everything is ok

Fifteen million merits

you have been told: you'll be facing a miracle
instead they sold you a false virtual oracle

since there's no more left of real-life activity
your sweat will be paid for entertainment's reality (x2)

Fuck you for thinking the one thing
I came close to never meant anything.
For oozing around it and crushing
it into a bone.
Fuck you for happening,
for me, for us, for everyone.