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Mar 2016
Media is the muse of our generation
Media amuses our degeneration
It's in the air abusing our obsession
If you cared it would feel like an intervention

We're failing at living upto what we're dying for

Opening our eyes
To the open skies
Seeing past the hoardings
Looking past the lies

The TV tells you a stolen story
That the advertisers asked to put before me
And paid an extra dime to change your mind
Cause it's laid on prime time

We're failing at living upto what we're dying for

Opening our eyes
To the open skies
Seeing past the hoardings
Looking past the lies

I forgot what sunrise looked like
What mama's sundays cooked like
What I really like
Before I went on this mindwarp hike

We're failing at living upto what we're dying for

Opening our eyes
To the open skies
Seeing past the hoardings
Looking past the lies
Nilan Gerald Handunge
Written by
Nilan Gerald Handunge  Sri Lanka
(Sri Lanka)   
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