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I open the TV and there they are
flashing off their artificial smiles
Androids programmed to wet their eyes
when the fat cat pulls the string

Oh tell us once more how you poured your soul
into a song that some one else wrote for you
Labeled and productized by shallow shells, sold to slaves

Force fed media is compressing reality
into a daily fix the masses need
So when the end comes crashing only lights are flashing
in our electric dreams

It's all about the surface so count the inside out
Flesh on the billboard, commercial flow
We enthrone the fools over rightful kings
To escape the fear and deny the void in our time

The mass hypnosis, the great escape
Genuine or fake you all end up the same
Captured in tube, drowned in the stream, hooked on the wall

We choose a populist to lead us
the spokesman of beautiful words
We don't give a fuck about our common future
we stay tolerant behind our screens
We bury our heads to the sand when the
greater conflicts are at hand

It's all about the surface so count the inside out
Flesh on the billboard, commercial flow
We enthrone the fools over rightful kings
to escape the fear

How can we leave behind such place
where even children lose their innocence
Lost in the ocean of devices sunk inside
Not knowing how vibrant life was gone to waste

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