The Anatomie Lyrics & Chords By Voice Industrie

"Unless the music is stopped now, the human race - mumbling, snapping its fingers and twitching its hips - will sink back into an amoebic state where it will take a coagulation of hundreds of teenagers to make up a single unit of vital force, which once formed, will only live on sedatives, consume itself on the terraces of football stadiae, and die."