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Television [EP]

by Shackled Reality

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1.
Television 04:53
When life becomes truly alone I believe we'll grow to what we're meant to be How many things are unsaid now that we're dead, friend? Will we utilize our minds and discard the selfish lie that we belong here? That we belong here in this world, like a shit stain on the face of a beautiful girl Something came into view the day I met this world, corrupting my infantile thoughts Televised, commercialized, televised, commercialized Sit back and just enjoy the ride All of us have been subjected Forget what you've seen, it's all in between the good life and the one that will last Turn on, tune in, get lost within the box Your mind is out of your control Mind control Your mind belongs to Television is radiation, stimulation, drowning of our minds contamination, a bitter burning of ourselves Hollow shells Turn on, tune in, get lost within the box The media now has control breeding loaves of sour dough to inseminate this world Our world Our world belongs to Television is radiation, stimulation, drowning of our minds contamination, a bitter burning of ourselves Hollow shells A lasting impression that's building depression A lasting impression destroying our kind Turn on, tune in, get lost within the box The media now has control
2.
Blackfoot 04:23
Blackfoot All your words inspire no one You've got no job, gonna save the world Brotherman, you're full of what you smell like Beautiful filth You make excuses, refusing to be real Spouting excerpts of inert propaganda How long have you been out of touch? With yourself and those all around you I think it's time that you came down Your bleeding heart smells of piss as you ride along A vigilante in your Volkswagon slut bus Your outlook on life is obscured by all the tripping and alcohol you've endured I've seen through your eyes but you have mine Feel free When was the last time that you challenged yourself When was the last time you listened to yourself You make excuses, refusing to be real You make excuses, refusing to follow through I've seen through your eyes but you have mine Feel free Challenge authority, make them see what you see Challenge authority, but make some sense, man Hypocritical hippie in your new Mercedes You're just a sell-out in need of a bath
3.
Betwixt now and then, where did we begin? Burden of beasts, sower of pain Will we ever see the light again? It's so long to walk, if my brain could talk Servitude of multitudes, a thanks and a smile The forgotten sight of our inner selves once prominent now diminished The stories grow, my t.v.'s slow Ahriman stole all my plans to be a better man The stories grow, my t.v.'s slow, Ahriman To replenish the vision of eternity all must be forsaken All beings in communion, sight in a physical sense But it's so long to walk, if my brain could talk And I'm seeing a whole lot better now Everything is clear, happy little world And I'm feeling a whole lot deader now Nothing left is real, happy little world And I'm seeing a whole lot better, and I'm feeling a whole lot deader
4.
Terror has risen from mild discontent A lack of respect spawns a chain of events Unknowingly feeding the hate you despise retorting with anger undermines your reply Everywhere people are packed in like rats No hope of removing ourselves from the race on this sinking ship that we call, Earth Now it's the end of the world The lack of compassion, a spreading infection, all hope is destroyed Look what we've done to ourselves The moronic corruption, the massive destruction of all things to come All things we have wasted and thrown to the side were put there for purpose, we should have realized that somewhere inside us is something unknown We managed to destroy it before we had grown Now it's the end of the world The lack of compassion, a spreading infection, all hope is destroyed Look what we've done to ourselves The moronic corruption, the massive destruction of all things to come

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Recorded at the Tone Zone, Saco, ME

Cover art by Vincent Myrand

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released January 1, 2000

All songs written by Shackled Reality

Joe St. Pierre - guitar
Tom Guay - bass
Kris Milo - vocals
Greg Johnson - drums

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