Life Imitating Art

Bang. Bang.
Its sex and violence on the television.
Give us all a cultural distraction or the cure.
Whos strong, Whos fast, whos in the game.
Weve made our lives a competition
and we all should be ashamed.
On the couch into the window of the world.
Who cares who ends up hurt as long
as were all entertained.
Who to be, what to eat, what to wear.
How would we make decisions if the TV
wasnt there.
We are laughing at each other.
Are we so insecure?
We are staring into the eyes of someone who isnt there.
Life is not a work of art.
These moments were never meant to last.
Were so afraid to live our own lives.
Its the epitome of instinct.
Were sad, happy, depraved.
Wave a prize in front of us and
watch us dance for ratings game.
Who to be, what to eat, what to wear.
How would we make decisions if the television
wasnt there?
Does it kill enough of your time?
Does it numb enough of your mind?
It feels so empty when we speak.
Thats because were still asleep.
We are laughing at each other.
Are we so insecure?
We are staring into the eyes of someone who isnt there.
Life is not a work of art.
These moments were never meant to last.
Were so afraid to live our own lives.
Our lives are lies.