Lyrics The Garden of Delights - Apogee

In conscious time fully aware of what will come up
I turn the switch although so obviously reluctant
Along my course even the knowledge of this trap
And the mechanisms of control cannot protect myself - I fall

No-one's immune against seduction of the fast
Supply for needs offered for free to catch attention
The constant race to gain the favour of the masses
Tears off all guarding masks - laying bare to see for a million eyes

Within the garden of delights primitive instincts satisfied
Nothing seems strange enough to squeeze out a commercial drop of blood
Deep from the abyss of our minds dragged to the limelight of our times
Crossing the last taboo driving our sensational dynamo

Hardly existing in a challenging reality
Virtual stimuli deceiving innocent credulous perception
A slowly dying off fantasy fading to grey constantly
In sobering reality offering an easy way to flee

The glowing neon facade converting fiction and fake
Into something almost real providing an indistinguishable feel
Within a prayer wheel of omnipresent suggestion
Even our nightmares may become cultural common sense
(Turning our inside out)

Floating within a flood of random information
No up - no down - drowning in paradise lost
We lost control over corroded mechanisms (which)
Still reproduce self generated phrases

A splendid packaging bare of essential contents
Made for fulfilment of virtual self induced needs
Praised by the sermon of eternal re-iteration
And the cry - out of the dark
Dies away - left unheard
Within the permanent noise
On all radio frequencies

Within the garden of delights primitive instincts satisfied
Nothing seems strange enough to squeeze out a commercial drop of blood
Deep from the abyss of our minds dragged to the limelight of our times
Crossing the last taboo driving our sensational dynamo

Hardly existing in a challenging reality
Virtual stimuli deceiving innocent credulous perception

Floating within a flood of random information
No up - no down - drowning in paradise lost
We lost control over corroded mechanisms (which)
Still reproduce self generated phrases

A splendid packaging bare of essential contents
Made for fulfilment of virtual self induced needs
Praised by the sermon of eternal re-iteration
And the cry - out of the dark
Dies away - left unheard
Within the permanent noise
On all radio frequencies