Lyrics Cold Comfort - Haujobb
Extreme
real
dream
Perpetually
hammering
Moving
pictures
around
Some
smell
of
industry
Don't
know
what's
happening
Something
fills
me
up
with
greed
I
feel
cloned
Yes
i
am
home
Order
forms
originals
Same
shit
a
million
times
Equal
products
compete
With
each
other
for
to
breathe
Never
leave
A
stable
existence
Fixed
fragments
Of
a
single
entanglement
Maintain
a
constant
pulse
beat
Close
to
the
environment
Planet
me
Rotation
So
necessary
neverending
clarity
Excluding
any
possibility
Trust
me
We
define
everything
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