Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
And stuff it up the hole
In your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St. Paul
I've seen the future, brother
It is murder
Things are going to slide (slide) in all directions
Won't be nothing (won't be)
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
Has crossed the threshold
And it's overturned
The order of the soul
When they said (they said) repent (repent), repent (repent)
The idea that the world has crossed a critical threshold is powerful. Western modern world is reluctant to accept that in any system (human or natural) critical points exist beyond which what one does generates the opposite of what was supposed to be produced. We, as modern societies, entered this paradoxical and tragic world and the artist describes it powerfully.
The Future