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television, all hail pixelated god of
fantasy, murder and perspective
fuck a channel changed digit
I sit with a nasty network plan
with a stable of my cable pirate
yo, the is in, the doctor is on
born the bastard son of static radiance to welcome in every home
lead a blue screen, dream canope
victim of the cursed nursed drunk support team
ooh, I all advertisements
accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute
spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic
please take me, calm me, please make me a zombie
please I want to donate my brain to the Panasonic profit
now, twenty first plagued
dispersed to wide eyed addict patients
patrons
blue be the banners, well, sure I'll be a Marine
with a sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream
and I abide idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor,
out of New York, hey honey, get the generator
I'm in a doom, generation, pacin', ancient electric secret
sleepin' to miss the AM oasis
my is a wired heart, sloppy obligation
turn my stilt into my guilt and have a chatter box blame adjacent station
make reality scrambled and suck the out of a hidden vandal
and loving every of the gimmick, change the channel

it in, turn it on, prop me up against the couch
lights out, I ain't ever gonna have to my house
satellite dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a
let my clean dissolve through the appliance

plug it in, turn it on, be my mother she's gone, great
wipe the off my chinny-chin during the breaks
if I go blind I'mma do it for the love of all television kind
and that's fine, and fine...

me a star, I wanna touch gold
hold me suspended in a dream, mearly inches the screen
deleted passions to one electron monster
crucify my future to the monitor
damn it feels good, turn on, in
in to hug the bug up in your family function
but the seem to love it
yes mother, me and discovery
and heard the static to where I sleep
by the glow of that magic box big
mastered often kill the freak seekers, eyes spiraling
tangled in the star spangled
I can turn toxicated visuals
and all the kings abort the loyalty to royalty
the fortress
riddle me with glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my head
I'll be dead by anyway
color my values with mundane in thirty minute tickets
to feel the seal picket censorship
I want commercials four-seven
I shop from my bed and set an
example for all my overworked, underpaid
I bond with a string of correspondent
and lurking circuitry
with allegiance pledged beyond the glass
students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts
channel addict, immaculate
it goes- big screen, little screen, any do
just let me the controller and I won't have to murder you

plug it in, turn it on, let my eyes glaze
twenty lined up along the borders of the maze
I wanna see the five day forecast, fourteen days in
so I can get my two weeks notice every time the sun

plug it in, turn it on, silent fix than nothing
let a once divine soul the functions of the hypnotist
the viciousness, ridiculous, a dummy's interest
touch the power button meet maker, ain't that something?

it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday afternoon
fix the antenna, sit and let disaster bloom
it's a beautiful sight, a most ugly intention
but I taste it everyday and bathe the consequences

plug it in, turn it on, once have you talked back to me
majesty, I love you, I despise you
my is sitcom, soaps, news, bad dramatization
come along with me, my friend for the most glorious