Have been turned into gallery spaces
And the punks out on the corner
What's that look on their faces?
Now that all of the yuppies replaced us?"
Don't worry my brother there's just one world
But many, many, many places
Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte
Please, don't be, my friend
Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte
I'm going back to mitte again
The point of super saturation
That stands in for a border of light
Condemn and construct disrupt
And give up then just sit down
Don't worry my brother there's just one ocean
But many many ways to displace it
Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte
Please, don't be, my friend
Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte
I'm going back to mitte again
You did a free-lance shit
In the cosmic fabric of reality split
Like a brain in two, the left and right
The voice of reason, the noise of might
Don't worry my land locked
Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte
Please, don't be, my friend
Bitte, Bitte, Bitte, Bitte
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