Mass Media Freakshow
Step right in. Corporate clowns, kids chasing fame, golems lost in glitter. Terrence McKenna saw this coming. So did the duck.
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V1: [Verse 1] Kids forgot who they really are, Chasin’ fame, but they won’t go far. Whinin’ souls at low tide drown, While winners walk in a plastic crown. Golems waddle, bend and fold, Lost in glitter, sold on gold. [Chorus] It’s a mass media freakshow, step right in, Where the truth is thin, and the lies begin. Corporate clowns, puppets on strings, Blind to the light that freedom brings. [Verse 2] Junk food thoughts, so lewd and crude, Trapped in a system, they’re so subdued. Cryp-toCrooks, actin’ the fool, Playing the game in a corporate pool. Life’s dictated by a viral stream, Cash flow kings in a hollow dream. [Chorus] It’s a mass media freakshow, step right in, Where the truth is thin, and the lies begin. Corporate clowns, puppets on strings, Blind to the light that freedom brings. [Bridge] Living lives that ain’t their own, Ghosts on a screen, in a borrowed zone. Slaves to trends, they just obey, Dulled and muted every day. [Chorus] It’s a mass media freakshow, step right in, Where the truth is thin, and the lies begin. Corporate clowns, puppets on strings, Blind to the light that freedom brings. -- V2: They think they’ve found a place to belong Lost in the noise of the growing throng Chasing the fleeting, playing the game Caught in a web, all the same Figures in shadows, moving so sly With quiet whispers under the sky Lives on borrowed time and hope Treading water, just trying to cope No need for truth, they look away From quiet truths in the light of day Drowned in the tide of endless streams Chasing illusions, living in dreams Winners in shadows, hard to find Endless consumers, numb and blind On the edge of lies and deceit Watching their values face defeat Muted voices, lost in the fray What’s the price they’ll have to pay? Giving away the core of the soul Caught in the loop, losing control A distant hum, they march in line Eyes cast down, they cross the line -- V3: “Ego parade” [Verse 1] Youth ain’t seen beyond their egos, Parading loud like toothy bozos, Loony bimbos on the prowl, Kids forgot the truth, it’s foul. Waddle, waddle, shallow minds, Pricks and fools, oh, so blind. [Chorus] It’s an ego parade, baby, marchin’ in line, Blowin’ smoke like they’re feelin’ fine. But they’re hollow dolls, just a show, Wallowing in the mud, they don’t know. [Verse 2] Whiners drown in their own tide, While winners puff up, full of pride. Dark luck wannabes playin’ wise, But can’t see through their own disguise. Corporate quackers honk and gloat, On a sinking, shallow boat. [Chorus] It’s an ego parade, baby, marchin’ in line, Blowin’ smoke like they’re feelin’ fine. But they’re hollow dolls, just a show, Wallowing in the mud, they don’t know. [Bridge] Obsessed with junk, they can’t be free, Chained to mass mediocrity. Blind and dull, they won’t survive, No deep dive, just stay alive. [Chorus] It’s an ego parade, baby, marchin’ in line, Blowin’ smoke like they’re feelin’ fine. But they’re hollow dolls, just a show, Wallowing in the mud, they don’t know. -- V4: [Intro] Believe they must belong to the crowd Obsessed with noise, they scream so loud Trash media, junk food's their style Fools of politics, just full of bile [Verse 1] Cryp-toCrooks acting so sly Toxic trolls, under the sky Living dictated, borrowed lives Faint heart rhythms, dull as knives [Chorus] Not interested in the truth at all Bland unawareness, no rise, no fall Blind to the cash and algorithms Slaves to corporate whims and schisms [Verse 2] New winners are ghosts, can’t be found Bare consumers, circling around On the edge of distress and lies Watching democracy slowly die [Bridge] Dulled, muted, so faint, so lost What’s the price? What’s the cost? They sell their souls, without a care Lost in the system, gasping for air [Outro] Corporate madness, their minds they sell Marching blindly to the gates of hell [End]