All these images flash before my eyes
And I don’t understand what they mean
The annoying, irritating music that slaps on my eardrums
makes me wish I was deaf
The meaningless progressive methods are supposedly the most effective
The latest and greatest
but they only make me want to throw a brick through my TV
Then maybe I’d get to see something exciting, or interesting
Watch the sparks spray out from the broken glass onto my carpet
better than being shouted at for three minutes straight
Why do we sit idly by and watch intently
as our minds are preyed upon, our intentions exploited
We hate it more than anything on the planet does
but rather than just turn it off, getting up and doing something else
we let it lull us to sleep
So just maybe we can let them grab us subconsciously too
We buy better packages with more channels
just to get sold some more
What happened to life without media save the books and live performance
Why is only one commercial of twenty even compelling enough to scratch an ass crack
and when was the youth’s innocence crudely ripped away from them
If we don’t know when
We surely know how
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