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You're under this notion, fueled by the flashing colored screen. What you think you need, what you know you need. They've got it so right, they've got it oh so right Living life like we're under the spotlight Lights, camera, action we follow the rhythm believe the system oblivious to the secret faction, solely conceived as a distraction. Impressionable we were, deeply displaced, Young eyes glaring into space, we become what our imaginations trace. Outlines of the human race, told by the man behind the box without a human face. New watch, new ring, brand new play-thing it's all you need, they burn the fuel to your greed. impregnating our every last thought, only concerned with what, when and how- much, we've already bought. Remove the glim and glam of their cerebral spam. the pursuit of happiness isn't in your wallet or your T.V. screen, they'll only tell you it's how you're supposed to be seen. Deceitfully robbing us of our imaginations, confining us to their own limitations. Overthrow their control and shut off your televisions.
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Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 12:05 PM UTC
The Man in Our Living Room
You're under this notion, fueled by the flashing colored screen. What you think you need, what you know you need. They've got it so right, they've got it oh so right Living life like we're under the spotlight Lights, camera, action we follow the rhythm believe the system oblivious to the secret faction, solely conceived as a distraction. Impressionable we were, deeply displaced, Young eyes glaring into space, we become what our imaginations trace. Outlines of the human race, told by the man behind the box without a human face. New watch, new ring, brand new play-thing it's all you need, they burn the fuel to your greed. impregnating our every last thought, only concerned with what, when and how- much, we've already bought. Remove the glim and glam of their cerebral spam. the pursuit of happiness isn't in your wallet or your T.V. screen, they'll only tell you it's how you're supposed to be seen. Deceitfully robbing us of our imaginations, confining us to their own limitations. Overthrow their control and shut off your televisions.
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Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 12:05 PM UTC
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