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
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 5:28 AM UTC
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
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