I have come to destroy your smug dream
You in suburbia, sleeping before the TV
Fantasies with no strength or substance
Stale brain patterns of static synapse-misfire is commonplace truth
No attention span
No depth dressing up for acceptance of people more brain dead than yourself
Engrossed media coverage of genocide
As you would watch it on TV up to the last
Watching yourself die curious, but not alarmed
You make me want to vomit blood
Lack of interest to live in any way
Disjunction of mind and body
Suggestion, mass hysteria in a calm zombie state
Ripping apart your mind
Raping your senses in a short-wave form of media control
Insubstantial religion of your fore-fathers
Terrorizing priests, preachers, beggars, and slaves
Turmoil in every home
They see the coming storm
Naked to the elements of hatred
You will be destroyed or conformed
Technology shock leaving you behind in data heaps of useless statistical calculations
The statistics are only a fraction of reality
Your infusion of programmed reality
News, descention from grace of yourself
How do you accept so freely?
Is your brain that far gone?
Or do you enjoy being controlled?
Buy a gun, protect yourself
No chance ,you will stay in your rut
At least some of us tried to warn you
Money, religion, military
Three ways to control the masses
Addendum TV oscillating between news and entertainment
They are the same, neither reality
Simple motion is all you are allowed
Twitch and you could disappear