Tom Block - B4-Mt-H текст песни

Our culture caught a virus
We clicked "ok" now it proceeds
We stopped thinking on our own
And started needing needless needs

I'm a b4-mt-h
Will you implant me a sensor?
To control my temper?
To control my passion?

Every imperfection
Every agression
Gets covered with plastic
That's the cause of my depression

I'm a b4-mt-h
Will you implant me a sensor?
To control my temper?
To control my passion?

I'm a b4-mt-h
I'm from before this empty age