Mythus was a winner, the absolute beginner: 

A bestselling toy!

Made of a billion memories, sentiments and enemies,

A promise of joy!

Whips us all in line to be slaughtered just like swine, 

Oh, Follow that boy!

Enslaved more than ever and we still think we’re so clever 

Plastic horses made in Troy.



It’s a sound apocalypse, 

A round apocalypse by greedy virtual junkie toys

It’s a sound apocalypse

A round apocalypse by greedy virtual junkie boys



Staring at perfection, abyss in all directions: 

It’s a hypnotic ride!

Change is ever-present, but no truth that can’t be bent. 

Nothing that we can’t deny.

Prescribed so many pills and each and everyone just kills. 

Are we now Jekyll or Hyde? 

Hooked on all that sells and all that sells wears bells.

Anything we haven’t tried?



It’s a sound apocalypse

Around apocalypse by greedy virtual junkie toys 

It’s a sound apocalypse

A round apocalypse by greedy virtual junkie boys



When everyone’s a super hero it counts for absolutely zero. 

The devil’s chasing its tail.

Who are the spinning fates that everybody hates? 

I wanna glance behind that mystic veil!



It’s a sound apocalypse

A round apocalypse by greedy virtual junkie toys 

It’s a sound apocalypse

A round apocalypse by greedy virtual junkie boys

Oh, it’s a sound apocalypse

A round apocalypse by greedy virtual junkie toys 

Yeah, it’s a sound apocalypse

A round apocalypse by greedy virtual junkie boys