Catherine Corelli

Catherine Corelli - Serial Number songtekst

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I had a dream last nightÂ…
I slept and I dreamed I was in a certain place crowded 
with lots and lots of people. A strange scent of silent 
violence hang all around, the calm queer figures rooted 
to the ground motionless and vacant like they where 
some hunted kind of humanoid statues, a product of some 
evil mind, a released desire for a mass domination, 
cruel and enthrallingÂ… 

Some people bled, some smiled instead – all of them 
looked like they felt fixed though thoroughly 
flattered, powerless but in a state of perfect 
happiness – a motionless greasy foam frozen and drained 
of live an instant ago.
People formed weird packs and rows, circles and 
rectangles – their heads shaven and turned down, faces 
hidden in shadows.

As I walked among them I felt a chill of misery rising 
in me mixed with despite and primeval hate and fear. I 
watched them in the eye but found nothing there:
No shame, no strain, no name, no blame, no pain, 
(pause for echo)
No trace of life, no evidence of it. 

And then I caught sight of something peculiar and 
astounding: on the back of each head was a number 
shaven out. No doubt, the work was done with one stable 
hand, all the curves and straights where similar on 
every head. 

Holy shit! That was fucking kickass! 

I stood there in the cool of the night and shivered. I 
was alone among all of them, alone in a world of serial 
numbers, listed thoughts and programmed lives. 

Was it life at all?

I woke up to the sound of voices
Ringing all around of me.
I walked out for an answer
To my dream.

I waded in the daylight
Watching people close in front of me.
Trying to find an answer
To my dream.

But there where no signs of any numbers shaved out on 
the back of their heads, all of them looked equally 
healthy, busy, alive and most natural. I was about 
giving up, but then a slight suspicion crawled into me. 
And once I watched them in the eye the answer struck me 
all of a sudden making my every nerve tense and gnaw.

Every one of them was encoded, a serial number
Imprinted deep in each brain, in each mind,
In each soul. And then I asked myself, was it god's 
providence or their own choice, and that was the 
hardest question.

Have you got a serial number?
(No!!!)
Do you want a serial number?
(Yes!!!)

Cowards wait for me.
Blind-faith children 
Of their fright and apathy.
Every one of them
Had neither wish, nor will,
Save an itchy crap
That makes them bitch and kneel.

I'm your new mistress!
I'm your new god!
I'm your true saviour!
The one that you want!

Slow-minded,
Delighted,
You've chosen your way.
I mind it
And find it
Ultimate this day.

Once you took your choice
Don't ever hesitate:
Got but half an hour
To make you liberate.
Cut your dirty hearts
And spit them out for me -
I'll encode you
With a brand new liberty.

FOLLOW ME!

To begin, get rid of your mythology
I give you mine ‘cause it suits you well!
Finally I give you a hundred thousand guarantees
That every one of you, pussy whips, gets all your 
fucking happiness.

I'm your new mistress!
I'm your new god!
I'm your true saviour!
The one that you want!

Slow-minded,
Delighted,
You've chosen your way.
I mind it
And find it
Ultimate this day.

FOLLOW ME!

Was that my bitter mission?
O, my god, I wish you'd
Never choose me 
To run this weird experiment.
The genius surreality
Of this seriality's
In a number of sequences
Provoking the sicknesses.

They can't feel,
But it's like a hepatitis
The system includes this bug
And they're all born and bred to fit this.
Here they are!
They killed the Bradbury's Martians,
Globalized and unified their lives, 
Closed them in margins. 

(FOLLOW ME!)
I'll clean up your mindsÂ…
(FOLLOW ME!)
You've got nothing to bother about from now onÂ…
(FOLLOW ME!)
Inhale the irony,
(FOLLOW ME!)
Into the chains of your reality.

(FOLLOW ME!)
‘cause you can't exist anywhere else…
(FOLLOW ME!)
Everything's to be in its right placeÂ…
(FOLLOW ME!)
Need more illusions? You'll get them.
(FOLLOW ME!)
Get your serial numbers and lives and spent 
themÂ…

I'm your new mistress! (be stable ever after!)
I'm your new god! (be stupid ever after!)
I'm your true saviour! (be fucking ever after!)
The one that you want! (take this shit!)
I'm your new mistress! (be serial ever after!)
I'm your new god! (be quite ever after!)
I'm your true saviour! (be happy ever after!)
The one that you want! (take this shit!)

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