Hiding in the metropolitan architecture of control
Inside the foundations of modernity
we explode in our own terms
A place of absence, the city fortress
where petty thieves are dealing knowledge
You're not free to choose what you want
The police know whom you kiss
Denial is a pure form
Every work of art is an uncommitted crime
A slap in the face of public taste

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN