LYRIC FOR SALE

By Lach Pearce

Verse 1

See if you can, Make a decision
Without consulting your television
Ya eyes a deceivin', believe what you're seein'
Nothin' in there is quite what it seems.
Lies from politicians and gossamer dreams,
Illusions and confusion from an invisible stream.
Manufactured deceit and pixel lives made cheap,
Uneasy social fusion, pilin' lies on the heap.

Break
Chorus 1

Programmers tool spitting gospel gold,
You will buy what you've been sold.
To the serfs, forgoing choice,
Raise your ears to His Masters Voice!

Verse 2

Heads are pressed from a single mold,
They buy and sell your mortal soul.
Suppressed inhibitions, a comatose transition,
Elite apparatus, pawns to position.
Blinded by the box, and kept in your seat,
You're under its' spell, so get the fxxx to your feet!
Pretending to guide, a glimmering friend,
But you can't tell, it'll get you in the end.

repeat Chorus 1
Break
Bridge

Bonded to its' darkened glow,
If you're fooled you will have to follow.

Chorus 2

Who really holds the remote control?
Will you buy what you've been sold?
Free your mind, the only choice,
Raise your fists to His Masters Voice!