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television, all hail pixelated god of
fantasy, scape and perspective
fuck a sore channel changed
I sit with a network intervenes plan
with a stable of my cable pirate
yo, the doctor is in, the is on
born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to in every home
a blue screen, bruised dream canope
victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support
ooh, I love all
accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute
spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic
please take me, please me, please make me a zombie
please I want to donate my brain to the Panasonic profit
now, twenty first century
dispersed to wide glamour addict patients
telecast
blue be the banners, well, sure I'll be a Marine
with a clean sword and blue uniform, it only a dollar and a dream
and I great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor,
out of New York, hey honey, get the generator
I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', electric secret
never sleepin' to miss the AM
my name is a wired heart, sloppy
turn my into my guilt and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station
make reality scrambled and the life 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 ever gonna have to leave my house
satellite dish, get up on my list, turn me to a tyrant
let my clean spirit dissolve the appliance

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

make me a star, I wanna touch
hold me in a dream, mearly inches from the screen
passions sacrificed to one electron monster
crucify my little future to the
it feels good, turn on, tune in
zoom in to hug the bug up in your function
but the seem to love it
yes mother, me and discovery
and heard the static flock to I sleep
by the glow of that box big speaker
stereo mastered often the freak seekers, eyes spiraling
tangled in the star wiring
I can turn from toxicated
and all the horses abort the loyalty to royalty
the fortress
riddle me with glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my sleeping
I'll be by morning anyway
color my values with mundane humor in thirty tickets
to the magnetic seal picket censorship
I commercials twenty four-seven
I wanna from my bed and set an
example for all my overworked, brethren
I bond with a sick string of
and circuitry circus
with allegiance pledged beyond the glass
adamant students within the fine school of possessed catalysts
channel addict, immaculate
it goes- big screen, screen, any screen'll do
just let me hold the and I won't have to murder you

plug it in, turn it on, let my little eyes
twenty screens lined up along the borders of the
I wanna see the day forecast, fourteen days in advance
so I can get my two weeks notice time the sun dance

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

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

plug it in, turn it on, never once have you talked to me
your majesty, I love you, I you
my is sitcom, soaps, news, bad dramatization
come along with me, my for the most glorious sensation