In an age of video wallpaper and aural anesthesia
Music has become a prostitute
No longer is it a gift from the gods
It has become a pacifier
A tranquilizer
And a tool
A tool to protect us from loneliness
To entice us to buy
And to keep us from seeing
How bad things have become
At one time
Music was a vital experience
It was physical
Almost religious
Today music is just
One more device
Used by the new sun
Called civilization
To control itself

Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

Bacchanale song meanings
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