Lost In Drab Confusion, Was It Fiction ?, Was It Fact ? Softly, Softly Into your Life Feeding Itself On The You, You'll Never Know
Thursday March 22 2018~~~If this is not today's date, refresh page for updated version.
Turn on the t.v., turn down your pulse Time for one last ride before the end of it all
Switch on the set light up the screen Fantasise and dream about what you might have been Your life's reduced to nothing but an empty media game Can't switch off big brother, they've lost all will to act
Another bullet slays another child But no one's really bothered, no, the telly keeps them mild They've lost all sense of feeling to the ever hungry glow Drained of any substance by the vicious telly blow No longer know what's real or isn't, slowly going blind They stare into the goggle box while the world goes by behind Deeper and deeper, layer upon layer Illusion, confusion, is there anyone left who can care ?
A thousand camera lenses point at the peoples pain As millions of mindless morons watch the action replay again Boring sick serials to drive you round the bend Hiding the truth you lack right to your end Programmes for the kids, programmes for you Make every home like a prison or a zoo Media drivel yet you still watch the screen Life isn't for real it's a magazine Conned from the start but hang on to the lies You're a slave to the cathode ray paradise You don't want the world, you just want the pics Media junkies you'd die for a fix
Don't want a life of lies and pretence Just want my own life i want to be free So you can be you and i can be me I'm tired of deceit, going to put up a fight I'm going to use my own eyes, make my own decisions Live my own life
Spending days in front of the t.v. set, so burned out Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision and possibility ? Television is today's Nuremburg Bowing to it's authority, they become it Four-year old children conform to media roles Mainlining the theatre that will become their lives
The television has dampened peoples anger The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen The streets where the politics of reality were once created are deserted by night, as the leaders sleep secure They are under no threat, so long as the people are sedated Entertainment, to gloss over the real problems
What's this crawling from the gutter ? Black and white, an awful mess To insult intelligence In the name of the free press With their bigoted point of view How can we believe it's true ?
Always quick to criticize, but not so quick to think About the damage they cause with simple printer's ink Spreading filthy rumors around, can't fight back or utter a sound We have no right of reply, we don't get a chance to answer They don't even try to ask us, we have no right of reply
Newspaper editors' take your farce Roll it up and shove it, make yourself scarce There's one sun that doesn't shine Without you here the weather is fine You wallow in sex and scandal With page 3 breasts, almost real Go on, have a touch, have a feel
You say you're for the people, well that's a laugh I won't ever, have you leading me up your garden path
What kind of deluded idiots Think they can silence others by denying them of their voice ? Who are these lobotomists ?
Denied access to the airways We rely on word of mouth to carry what we say Confiding in each other Whispered intimacies might not get through But cries of anguish know no boundaries
We look for alternatives But the enormous power of the media makes it difficult to establish foundations Their lies and distortions are so extreme that everything becomes corrupted and poisoned Intelligence seems so easily dismissed when it doesn't conform to mainstream values Social inclusion merely requires agreement and compromise
Any information we receive concerning the real world is carefully controlled Why else would fiction have such licence ? We are allowed to see endless theatrical deaths But when the real deaths start in times of war Government censors prevent us from seeing them We are given the reason of national security By the liars who are only interested in saving their political skins It doesn't matter to them how many die So long as their popularity ratings don't suffer For that reason alone we are shielded from the truth
While the real violence is kept from us We are exposed to constant pantomines of death and destruction These people are rightly aware that if we had access to the real facts Many more of us would rise up to act At home we are fed fabrications of our glorious war Truth that filters out later, paints a very different picture
RIVAL TRIBAL REBELS REVEL There's a new band every week A new way to move your feet New sounds to thrill your ears Same old chords, dressed up words New attitudes, brand new stance Different steps but the same old dance New ways, but in the end It's a new way to make you spend
The media cares because the media knows Fashions come and fashions go
Exclusive clubs where the various tribes gather Congratulating each other for doing nothing at all Achieving nothing but the strengthening of the status quo Uniform hair and uniform clothes Predictable gestures, nouveau wasters A thousand empty stages wait for the empty performances A thousand empty faces wait for the empty stances
Identities have become corporations Social ego's and media moulds Are you really so dumb, so cowered into submission That not only are you prepared to eat trash You're prepared to pay for the privilege ?
State control and rock and roll are run by clever men All you get to know is what they choose to show