Pulp (feat. Jen Hovorka)

Toxic informational field's About to decompose my intellect And put my mind into deep sleep Plantin' poisoned seeds of sick thoughts Banal world based on banal words Corrupted language Thinking so shallow No focus / low definition Fabricated matrix Shatters my concentration into pieces & Defeats the inner silence Violence on my intellect Poison in between the lines Of news From the morning To the moment when you try to find a slumber Inna hearth of mental junkyard Systematic mindfuck Blockin' up my channel With messages lackin' meaning Step by step We've been sinkin' to the level of demons Control of opinion Selective perception Deeply rooted in our comfort zones Along with the pre-set illusion of choice That violate thinking standards Implanted attitudes For the consumers provided by the undermined markets Distorted rational choices Dispersed inna informational polution No examination of the concepts We've turned into the foundations Of our existence So what you see now is Man becoming hollow Fallin' back tu ruins Initially bleak Blueprint we follow Poisonin' the food we eat Poisonin' the language we speak & thoughts we think