(Television: an unparalleled blending of science and art; the touchstone of reality; the vivid, pulsating miracle that gives substance to shadows)
(it is wonderful thinking about. . .)
(the extension of our science. . .)
Television is just one of the many mediums for greedy men
Whose rich friends will never be seen on CNN
3 to 10 political pawns stage a panel
Whose outcome was handled before the preamble
No gamble, as long as your brain is scrambled
Change the channel, but you can't escape the scandal
*click* you see some chick singing a slow jam
(back to our regularly scheduled program)
Brenda's a slender pretender
Whose salary depends on extending a corporate agenda
And intends for you and your friends to spend they ends on a blender
Return that bullshit to sender
Slander with slang unfamiliar till ya can't tell a Mandela from a Klan member
Obama, Osama, no comma, mo' drama, the audience laugh track soundtracks the trauma

Chorus:
The sudden sound you hear shouting madness in your ear to believe in
(just say no)
The sudden sound you hear shouting madness in your ear to believe in
(just say no)

No pain to reign supreme in the gallery of murals
In other words reality is plural
Many points of view comprise the kaleido-
Scope of consciousness that both you and I know
Truth is the sum of all things simultaneous
As opposed to one road being the way to bliss
Great attempts are being made to dissuade you from you
In lieu of what he said
Lames are lame they play games that lay claim to your brain
Until you both say the same things
Maintain a critical mindframe
Remain uninhibited with unlimited wide range
Life is strange, righteous, deranged
Sanity is insane, vanity is in vain
Who claims to explain the unexplained
Where the only constant is change
Chorus (2x)


Speaking on religious fanaticism
The only possible outcome is cataclysm
How could individual religions fit the description
Of infinite wisdom?
Militant villains drilling children to kill civilians
For difference of opinion is sickening
Kick that christian science fiction featuring invisible masters
I ain't listening to his or your pastor
Hustler slash forecaster to the rapture
Masterminds of a grand design you can't decline or define
Until ya flatline
Sounds like the slickest scam of all time
Trust no man who claims to be divine
When so called ministry speaks for divinity
My suggestion is jet from the vicinity

Chorus (2x)