Acclimatized slowly to image distortion. Selling the wares and wearing so thin. Which is worse to be in or out of proportion? Documentality always stays in. Squarely screened and sat to face the facts, the content lost the meaning cause they didn't show the cracks. Credits roll and take their toll on the roads that shape the fields where the factory tractor ploughs the truth and buries what is real. Overlaid the essence with the smell of leisure time. Culture waste as public taste gets dulled and undefined. Belief in the disposable is just like being blind. So brighten up the packaging and put up a few more signs. "Eat this fast food. Read this. Buy Now. Main Course. Soundtrack. Discover just how. We win. You lose. Who? What? Where? When? Only joking. Sit back, then forget and start again." I've been told I've got a mind of my own, and they say you can't believe anything you're told. Well, I read how easy it was to make decisions. And I saw someone like you on the television.
Lyrics submitted by horrorpunker