Spatial Design Songtext
von Market

Speak, or silence
Gather your wit, or die
The screen′s flashing
The tension is immense
Who'd want the audience laughing at their expense?
We′re all equally unimpressed, coincidence? No
The screen's flashing for the glory of millennium
New trades of the body language, firm handshakes
A letdown engraved on a tomb, with a switchblade knife, here lies your late bloomer
What else blooms near but the shame, the girlfriend of the year
Speak, or silence