The Broadcasting

Stare into the television set with its magical powers Flipping through the late night hours Drawn into it gone Speechless tame Fall into your side show cable Phony people paid for asking us to stay for re-runs Sewn into your iphone signs hold sales that believe you want them How fast do little eyes go reaching flailing wanting Stare at the television set and its babbling prowlers Seeming as they care about us Owned by another man who tells them what to say On and on with mindless soulless Stories they abuse Here is the news Boring Sewn into your little mind dome Signs hold sales that believe you want them How fast do your little eyes go reaching flailing wanting