It's all a delusion
An illusion
Contructed straight from the ashes of the grave
An attraction
Tailored to reaction
You realize paper was all you ever saved
Corporate Dollars
Prostitute Daughters
Cell phone, tv, iPod, Siri
Super Bowl, Radio
Demon hero's halftime show
Sell your soul, they'll never know
It might just make you famous though
Eyes glued to the tube
Eating fake food
Screw the truth
Nothing new
Nothing true
Nothing you
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