In a continuous rehashed rhythm, the masses gawk towards their simulated idols.
Frothing at the lips with shuddering jaws as the public swells with ignorance and vacant delight.
Fixated on the trivial speculation and day to day existence of plastic gods.
Dense enlightenment circulates throughout every form of broadcasting.
Bringing forth a suspending shroud over the actuality of our decomposing populace.
Smothering and choking truth and realism. Celebrity praise over political awareness.
We are observed as human cattle: blind, deaf and neglected from government transparency
Writer(s): Jon Rice, Tony Sannicandro, Al Glassman, Jonathan Davy, Nick Schendzielos
Copyright: Job For A Cowboy
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