24 hours, a living satire we're all bound to the set
a plot twist here, to keep us attentive, but results the same in the end
how monotonous, a tragedy, the way we're all so well kept
If you try to break free, the joke's on you
If you're not a character you're the audience, and if not that, you're dead.
when ratings drop, the plotline changes
a new subculture here, a war there, all to keep interest
maybe a bit of genocide just to keep us on the edge of our seats, till next episode
when millions more die
more hate thrives
exploitations hits a knew high
and the only thing talked about around the world is tune in and catch it all at nine
Another fire, burning by the hundreds, the minds of today's youth
A social empire, run by massive media entrapaneurs tightening its choke hold
try to scream, you're silenced, with less air than before
a program so life like, the ratings are set
if you're not familiar with it, you're socially in-ept, disqualified from your own life.
Written By Giff
� 1997 [email protected]