It's the last great adventure left to mankind
Screams a drooping lady
offering her dreamdolls at less than extortionate prices,
Grand and as the notes
And coins are taken out
I'm taken in, to the factory floor.
for the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
Of the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
I just need a fuse.
Got people stocked in every shade,
Must be doing well with trade.
Packaging Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality.
That evens out their personality.
With profit potential marked by a sign,
Songtexte I can recognise some of the production line,
No bite at all in labour bondage,
Just wrinkled wrappers or human bandage.

The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
I just need a fuse.

The hall runs like clockwork
Their hands mark out the time;
Empty in their fullness
Like a frozen pantomime.
Everyone's a sales representative
Alle Wearing slogans in their shrine.
Dishing out failsafe superlative,
Brother John is No. 9.

It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
I just need a fuse.
The decor on the ceiling
has planned out their future day
Parade I see no sign of free will,
so I guess I have to pay,
Of pay my way,
for the Grand Parade...
it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
I just need a fuse.

(Aus gegebenem Anlass als kleiner Morgengruß an die Leblosen aus der Scheinwelt. Telefon bleibt den Rest des Tages aus.)