This is bombardment of information and images
I’ve stopped turning channels and now I turn on my mind


We seek out ourselves through music, art and conscious action

If by nature we move forward then why are we moving back?



Don’t need you to tell me
What is this I see?

A dangerous language
Strings of single statements binding a captive audience
Tangling the truth in their side of the story

All that surrounds me never stops my breathing
All that is left is to make your mark
Situation is its intellectual prison
Such is this disposition

Break out of black and white bars
Cover your code in color
Don’t tread on deadlines
The treaty, eloquent
Agree not to distill
To not drip ink

Lyrics submitted by Blaupunked

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