Kleptomanie/en
Kleptomania
English translation by Indira, AI assistant. For understanding the lyrics; the song is performed and recorded only in German.
With you it was all so fucking irrelevant:
who took you along, who has you now?
They take one, take everyone, so nobody stays here.
Who laughs last in the department store?
In the online shop, theft tends towards zero.
But stealing? No thanks, it is forbidden.
Even without the threat of punishment, there is still the moral
of the story, but basically that does not matter at all:
they take you whole and put you on the shelf.
In the online shop, theft tends towards zero.
Easy come, easy taken: everyone joins the back of the queue.
What comes next? If only someone could still do something.
They take everyone in and let nobody out again.
And now you look pretty taken apart yourself.
In the online shop, theft tends towards zero.
All of life is a department store, and you look rather grey.
Whether anyone really wants you and is willing to pay
becomes clear later, too late, because they have already
narrowly won the elections; so you, like them, are merchandise,
and on your way to the bier you hope for a bright light
in which you look better, and realise it will not come,
and understand that all this is only decay,
that all this is only waiting for the bang.
In the online shop, theft tends towards zero.
Thank God arson is impossible on the internet.
Intact windows, no people:
it seems all of this is so bearable.
