| Bang. |
| Bang. |
| It’s sex and violence
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| on the television. |
| Give us all a
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| cultural distraction or the cure.
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| Who’s strong. |
| Who’s fast, who’s in the game.
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| We’ve made our lives a competition
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| and we all should be ashamed.
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| On the couch into the window of the world.
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| Who cares who ends up hurt as long
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| as we’re all entertained.
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| Who to be, what to eat, what to wear.
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| How would we make decisions if the TV
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| wasn’t there. |
| We are laughing at
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| each other. |
| Are we so insecure?
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| We are staring into the eyes of someone
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| who isn’t there. |
| Life is not a work of art.
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| These moments were never meant to last.
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| We’re so afraid to live our own lives.
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| It’s the epitome of instinct.
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| We’re sad, happy, depraved. |
| Wave a prize
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| in front of us and watch us dance for
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| ratings game.
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| Who to be, what to eat, what to wear.
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| How would we make decisions if the television
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| wasn’t there? |
| Does it kill enough of your time?
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| Does it numb enough of your mind?
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| It feels so empty when we speak.
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| That’s because we’re still asleep.
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| We are laughing at each other.
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| Are we so insecure?
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| We are staring into the eyes of someone who isn’t there.
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| Life is not a work of art.
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| These moments were never meant to last.
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| We’re so afraid to live our own lives.
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| Our lives are lies. |