Influence

Television,
Music,
The noise,
The picture,
It sinks into your mind.
Like quicksand, it doesn't come out,
But somehow, it still speaks it's mind.
The siren's whining pierces your ears,
And you follow it's wretched words.

You do the dance,
You wear the pants,
That episode all over again.
You feel lust, 'cause it told you too.
Nothing you feel,
Is real.
You bleet the curse,
You sing the verse,
That song played all over again.
You feel hate, 'cause it called to you.
Nothing you feel,
Is real.

Artificial love and inspired hate.
A popular trend, a crumbling idol.
His words caused death and sadness,
But it did not apply to you at all.
So why you zombies follow his chant,
Is a thing I wonder and worry about.

Video games,
Pop stars,
Television,
Music,
Killers,
Of our generation...

You speak the trance,
You clap your hands,
That last level drawing near,
The world will end, 'cause they threw it at you.
Nothing you feel,
Is real.
I hear the song,
It feels so wrong,
The psycho drawing closer so.
Icons with smudged paint, 'cause they're hotter than you.
Nothing they feel,
Is real.

Artificial love and inspired hate.
A popular trend, a crumbling idol.
Her moves caused lust and porn sites,
But it applied to you not one bit.
So why you perverts stare in amazement,
Is something that will likely never change...

But I am stuck, intertwined,
In this corrupted world of yours.
Watch, point, and laugh,
As I sell-out to your will.

I speak my mind,
I waste your time,
A new time is drawing near,
Things will change, 'cause I talked to you.
Everything I feel,
Is real.
You read my songs,
But won't sing along,
I failed to show you how I feel,
I watched your style, 'cause you had fallen to,
The influence of,
Television.
Now nothing I feel,
Is real...