The couch is the adhesive, and the screen is Jesus, the electric bill is the demon
Our brain enters the Idiot Box, live from NY, and then it leaves in pieces
demented views of once primary issues, we'll never say "I miss you" still
we watch; even though millions of fixated zombies will be the residual
pixelated wrong-doings turned into pleasure views, lets just accept the doom
Check the equation, dude. Color + Light is equivalent to the death of a nation
are you into the electric persuasion? mortals subject to magnetic defacing
Yo the tribute to the Sages? Lets crucify my bright future to technicolor
Nude violent cut-scenes are the Holy God. dont mute it! I detect another
I have a thiry-minute ticket to heaven, thanks to my loving sitcom elysium
and when that's done, PPV will be my refuge, a living bomb of the seeds of SHIT
But ill be needing it, once the worthless commercials hit. like ill ever join the marines
I say fuck all honor, SNL, South Park, and Live from Des Moines is all I need
Lets fall and recede, into the belief that the TV is the apotheosis of the supreme
I'm on my knees - allegiance pledged, the cause is dead, now i trust and believe
In the T.V.
oh no Lord, help. the slaughter rule is in effect, my fam cancelled HBO
Except that I long for more, when simple candles were the way to go
the experts panorama are just forks in the road, but they all fall off a ledge
they prove: the doom tube has different ways of calling us off till were dead
Ominous clouds shield your visions, you know these hellions as commercials
I travel the road less taken, because the intersates a pavillion of disturbance
Full of bootlegged tape's, and directors lookin for kids for a new Porn Production
feel the glass screens violent texture; and find that a new series is born for destruction
a pilot of suction, sucking a bright future into a very aphotic present
Drop minds into a suggestion box, and we lose them to its hypnotic presence
So we begin the descent, into shoes too small to fill, im appalled but still
the rate of mental retardation in the capital, brings the fall of half a mill
The magic static is formatted and cloned to fit in every last little home
bodies becomes filled with brittle bones, the couch is your own fitted tomb
Im a channel addict, 63 is immaculate, give me the clicker, fuck paramount needs
I don't desire freedom, religion, speech, dont care whats around, hit delete!
The tv is devout to me, its slowly killing Zeitgeist and the Natura, and more yet
Stealing minds and killing futures TV is a great heist and a murder, distorted yet?
He said no, as he waited for his 60" Panasonic to arrive on his doorstep
and then the next noble scientist is locked by a myriad of abhorrent renditions
to watch? give up life and view violence! those are the distorted conditions
