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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
credits
from
Television [EP],
track released January 1, 2000
All songs written by Shackled Reality
Joe St. Pierre - guitar
Tom Guay - bass
Kris Milo - vocals
Greg Johnson - drums
Lyrics by Milo
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