In a Gas Station at the Outskirts of the Meth Desert - Part 2 Songtext
von Mycelia

A question of degree; let me pose you a riddle:
What runs on fuel in the morning
On power in the afternoon, on fear in the evening.
This is mass murder! This could mean revolution!
Revolution against whom? Against what?
No use revolting against our sad crumbling;
Whatever power reigns here, reigns distant,
Reigns alien and untouchable
We can kill everyone in charge.
Nobody is in charge. It is one big organism governed by absence
But absence cannot govern
Thus spoke the man who spent his past hours like held
On a leash by a sudden absence at his side
I′ll go out and tell everyone I can and we will try and change
Go and try. I assure you you will fail; information is a
Blank and silent and helpless thing; see, for example you
Know now you won't see Ava ever again, now there you go.
This is an information, how do you feel? Do you feel helped?
This is different
No it isn′t; you are all surrounded by information.


You lead your miserable lives embedded in information,
Yet can't make anything out of it.
You knew a fourth world war would be bad. Yet here we are!
This is different!
No, it isn't; look at yourself you′re a low sad scared creature;
Running around in the dark;
Sifting through things you do not understand;
Knowing you miss the one you love, yet unable to do anything;
Blank and silent and helpless
But you′re not helpless you're a part of it you′re police!
Do something! Stop it!
Don't you think that if i had a saying in this
I′d be somewhere else entirely, in some palace in a mansion
In a tower far from here, but no; no all this is beyond human touch
I just don't get it
Understanding is highly overrated; how about another drink?
I feel sick enough already.
Just stop it with your search.
If someone wants to leave, someone leaves
No matter where to, no matter for how long. Leaving needs no reason.
Leaving is leaving is leaving is leaving is leaving