Morbid Facination

I can't stop these fecking images
I can't top the excitement they bring
I don't go looking for them
It's all the god danged TV sings

It's all that's on (I gotta watch)
It's all that's wrong (I'm gonna watch)
It's all we see (not gonna stop)
It's all we need (who's gonna stop?)

Dead is dead unless you're undead
Reality is more real than life
Nasty little beyotches clogging up the waves
Crafty little men selling you your life

It's all that's on (I gotta watch)
It's all that's wrong (I'm gonna watch)
It's all we see (not gonna stop)
It's all we need (who's gonna stop?)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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