Conversing with Terrorists Songtext
von Mycelia

Oh, a visitor!
Welcome to the melting library!
What brings you here?
I′m looking for my fiancée, Ava Kessler!
I see; yes she's been here a few times;
You won′t find her now, though
What does that mean?
We haven't seen her in at least a week
She's with her old man
I find that hard to believe.
She doesn′t really like him
She told me so
Why should I believe you?
You′re terrorists guarded by a crazy old librarian
Oh the old man is a little delusional
Let me guess, deserts and sea and wind were mentioned
Don't be mean;
See Marvell, the old man thinks there is
Some kind of empire in the east,
But we shall not judge.


He fell prey to the illusions sold to him by the powerful
The economy of threats
He′s projecting a little, but then.
Hey we all do a desert, is just another screen
Well it fits the melting library to have a melting librarian.
Anyway, Ava isn't here.
Look, I′m somewhat on your side.
I'm a suspect for murder. They think I killed Ava.
It′s a matter of time before the cops arrest me
When misery rains it pours
I'd say it might still be a long time.
Have you seen any cops lately?
No
Right, they probably gave up already.
There are too many people to govern
See, the government just wants to stay in power;
As long as some lowly citizens kill each other -
No problem, no need to spend money on this
I'm quite sure they broke into my apartment.
I escaped only because someone warned me
What makes you think it isn′t a lie?
What makes you think your apartment
Is not totally in order right now?
I don′t know; sometimes I think none of this is real
I say reality is an unlit ice rink on which we all skate
I say reality is a skyscraper towering over a 17th century graveyard
I say reality is a bullfight in a sandstorm
Look, I understand you're hurt.
You wanna find Ava.
She was one of the most intelligent people I′ve ever met
Completely lucid
And really sexy!
Shut it, Manavis!
Well, that doesn't help me now
She knows exactly where we are as a species;
Our sad state, the corruption, the downfall.
The sellout
The fallout
Completely lucid
Yeah, we both knew the situation is bad,
But what can you do, how can you create good?
There is no such thing as good and bad.
There′s only catastrophe
What I find interesting is the fact that
Nobody seems to be looking for me.
I mean, I'm wanted for murder.
Everyone should be after me!
Who knows what they′re up to.
Live and let live; this is the slogan
The slogan of our government
I don't get it!
Have you ever thought about this evacuation system;
I mean, do you understand it?
Of course. It is easy: if you do good you earn credits,
If you earn enough credits you get evacuated,
You get to the high city, you're safe
Damn right!
Society controls itself, no need for policing.
Whoever does not control himself will go down with the low city
They′ve done away with the punishing thing, it′s overly tiring

Al-kitab: Someone's at the door
Police?
Dammit, I take back what I said
Al-kitab: No, someone else,
Someone looking really really harmless
Oh, that might be my friend
Here he comes

This guy again, left l.y.n.x. like Lazarus

Di prisco: Hey Marv, well, fuck me sideways, I found something