Mediaman, Lonesome Lonesome End...

I am the rock beneath the feet on which I stand Bleeding, I am the dry Caucasian man Sitting here, my mind controlled again Enjoying this damned freedom which you grant Hear how you tear down another land Humor, love and sinking drowning fate I stare at the painted ruffles on the edges round my plate Fornicating with the camera, we communicate Slipping furthur into a mediamanic state We stumble towards the grave, we die Escape the bonds, we grasp the gate Claw the haunting loving lie. I can't fill the void which you will make Though you deliver me into temptation Past this life which I have faked I stare blankly at your menace, half cocked and half baked.