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.
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