Dojo Of Coolness

the masses won't rise
against the lies you televise
repeat,forward,rewind
you blind my father's eyes
with the golden dollar signs
position yourself in my impressionable mind
tell me i'm special,that i'm not a waste of air
repair the despair with your plastic care
pre-package my life,complete with "choices"
pissing in the decaying mouth of the voiceless
thsoe who can't speak will never have a say
those who remain blind will never see the day
nor the light of the night
or the darkness of sight
can ever show the people the way
the heart of the lion is carved out of stone
the curse of flat-screen tv's and mobile phones
you're watching me in the privacy of my home
i don't really mind,i don't wanna be alone

too confused to reproduce,i'm reduce and re-used
the mundane re-cycle of life continues
we've never felt abused as you paid your dues
we owe our existence to you
all mighty and proud,you stand there,never withering
i bite my bleeding lips,and the crimson river's slithering
i can't stand the venom of submission no more
let it burn,let it burn,right down to the motherfucking core...