Tuesday, May 19, 2009

050509 Media.

Thought of a remake of the 'Media' back in Jan 2006.

Week in, week out, I'm ostracised, confined to the military
Now everytime I'm unleashed to the world I'm lost in reality
That day boredom drove me to switch on my grandy T.V.
What flashed thru' my mind were images of tragedies
A conscript who tastes mild freedom every once in a while
I saw excess, extravagant freedom drivin' people senile
I saw the downside of all these shit; people don't know shit
About the definition of all boundaries and limits; I saw people crazy
Crazy 'bout the media frenzy, masterpieces of papparazi
Politicians charismatic, outspoken with ideals; contradictory
Plainly speakin', people readin', watchin', hearin', speakin' religiously
About systems and institutions put in place by the people before thee
So confident about the understanding of the human society
But to me so obtuse - they institutionalised so completely
'Cause they run their lives so rapidly lately, souls lost completely
Seein', believin', into this vortex of complexity

[Hook]
The net, audio, radio, paper, the media
Extend they hands to greet ya, to meet ya
With toxins, poisoned data to feed ya
Now they ready to pounce, devour and eat ya

The sex and the violence, the rude and the nude
Teachings of failed parents; failed to understood
Most afraid of they kids comin' back home with earrings
Kids blockin' out words of wisdom they hearing
A cartooned body; outlet to vent they frustration
They situation they in, result of failed education
Coupled with inadequate communication with reality
Makin' names for theyselves in virtual reality
Couch-potato lifestyle, eatin' your mashed potato
Makin' news on radio, stories on your T.V. show
So you guys out there get a whole true story video
They just givin' you what you want, entertainment and news
More news, bizzare news, hypocritical views, you can't argue
The weakest link in the poison text filter; through you
What comes around, goes around, it all comes back to you..

[Hook]
The net, audio, radio, paper, the media
Extend they hands to greet ya, to meet ya
With toxins, poisoned data to feed ya
Now they ready to pounce, devour and eat ya


Whatever.. Fuck this.

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