A Way Into The Woods

Give me data, I wanna know you,
everything about you, to safe the people before you.

Give me data, your biometrical data,
your genetical data and your television data.

The informers that supervise you, they don´t really have a clue.
They think they help to find the truth but they are only fools.
I am made of glass, I have nothing to confess,
but they make me lose my mind, make me wanna cry.

 Oh oh...

Give me data, you´re fanatical, data,
fundamentalist, data, fuckin´ television data!

Oh oh...

 I wanna hear George Orwell,
I wanna talk to Neil Postman,
 I wanna meet Aldous Huxley
and wanna read Ray Bradbury.

I walk into the woods and recite famous writers.
 I walk into the woods, keep your mind alive.
 I walk into the woods and recite famous writers.
I walk into the woods, keep your mind alive.

Your mind is alive !


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