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(专辑: Float - 2000)
Television, all hail grand pixelated god of Fantasy, murder scape and perspective Fuck a
sore channel changed digit I
sit with a
nasty network intravenous plan With a
stable diet of my cable pirate Yo, the
doctor is in, the
doctor is on Born the
bastard son of static radiance cloned to welcome in every home Let a
blue screen, bruised dream canopy Victim of the
cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team Ooh, I
love all advertisements Though accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute Spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad Please take me, please calm me, please make me a
zombie Please I
want to donate my brain to the
monstrous Panasonic profit Now, twenty first century plagued Dispersed to wide eyed glamor-addict patients Telecast patrons Blue be the
propaganda banners, well, sure I'll be a
Marine With a
clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a
dollar and a
dream And I
abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor, Black out of New York, hey honey, get the
generator I'm in a
doom, doom generation, pacing, ancient electric secret Never sleeping to miss the
AM oasis My name is a
wired heart, sloppy obligation Turn my stilt into my guilt and have a
chatter box blame frame adjacent station Make reality scrambled and suck the
life out of a
hidden vandal And loving every minute of the
gimmick, change the
channel Plug it in, turn it on, prop me up against the
couch Lights out, I
ain't ever gonna have to leave my house Satellite dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a
tyrant Let my clean spirit dissolve through the
appliance Plug it in, turn it on, be my mother when she's gone, great Wipe the
spittle off my chinny-chin during the
breaks If I
gotta go blind I'mma do it for the
love of all television kind And that's fine, and that's fine... Make me a
star, I
wanna touch gold Hold me suspended in a
dream, merely inches from the
screen Deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster Crucify my lit up future to the
monitor Damn it feels good, turn on, tune in Zoom in to hug the
bug up in your family function But the
children seem to love it Yes mother, me and wild discovery And heard the
static flock to where I
sleep By the
glow of that magic box big speaker Stereo mastered often kill the
freak seekers, eyes spiraling Tangled in the
star spangled wiring I
can turn from toxicated visuals And all the
kings horses abort the
loyalty to royalty Fuck the
fortress Riddle me with glee, hoist the
end all teleprompter above my sleeping head I'll be dead by morning anyway Color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets To feel the
magnetic seal picket censorship I
want commercials twenty four-seven I
wanna shop from my bed and set an Example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren I
bond with a
six string[?] correspondence And lurking circuitry circus With allegiance pledged beyond the
glass surface Adamant students within the
fine school of possessed graduate catalysts Channel zero addict, immaculate It goes big screen, little screen, any screen'll do Just let me hold the
controller and I
won't have to murder you Plug it in, turn it on, let my little eyes glaze Twenty screens lined up along the
borders of the
maze I
wanna see the
five day forecast, fourteen days in advance So I
can get my two weeks notice every time the
sun dance Plug it in, turn it on, silent fix better than nothing Let a
once divine soul feel the
functions of the
hypnotist The
viciousness, ridiculous, peaking a
dummy's interest Touch the
power button meet your maker, ain't that something? Plug it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday afternoon Fix the
antenna, sit back and let disaster bloom It's a
beautiful sight, with a
most ugly intention But I
taste it everyday and bathe inside the
consequences Plug it in, turn it on, never once have you talked back to me Your majesty, I
love you, I
despise you My everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad dramatization Come along with me, my friend for the
most glorious sensation
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