Testo Hi-tech Lonelyness

The smell of the rain in the air
The sound of the storm drawing near
The feeling that the sky soon could fall
And suddendly alone into this
So strange and yet so fascinating
Something‘s still out of control

Millions of years of our evolution
A new faith has born in our hearts
A whole world replaced by technology
There‘s no end to human pride
That makes us blind in front of it

We are nearly like a machine
Chained to well fixed patterns
Nearly like machines
Condemned to obsolescence
Insignificant and helpless
Condemned by our own will of progress

Electric impulses in our brain
Artificial spurs confuse our senses
Puppets still made of flesh and blood
But insensitive to any real emotion

The coldness of a monitor‘s glass
The warmth of two lovers‘ bodies
It‘s a border that‘s
Slowly fading
Lost in

Hi-tech lonelyness
We can no longer understand
The feelings people have for us
Hi-tech lonelyness
Is worth losing our vital dignity
Longing for a so false wealth?
Longing for a so false wealth?
Hi-tech lonelyness

Losing instinct, the only thin line
Between men and machines
Losing that will to break the rules
No longing for irrationality anymore
Alone in our selfish depression

Man and technology
Craving for control
Run-up to perfection
One way street to elimination?

Hi-tech lonelyness
We can no longer understand
The feelings people have for us
Hi-tech lonelyness
Is worth losing our vital dignity
Longing for a so false wealth?
Longing for a so false wealth?
Hi-tech lonelyness
Hi-tech lonelyness
Is worth losing our vital dignity
Longing for a so false wealth?
Longing for a so false wealth?