High culture for the low masses
televised sterilisation of the useless individual
Voyeurism for the proud, masturbation for the shameless
We all share the same will
The same stimuli

Pop culture lead to the death of original thought

If it’s not cloned, then it’s merely nothing
Criticism – far beyond anyone who disagrees
Same old, same old, stagnation upon radio waves
We all share the pleasure
of the pain of another

Watch me falter
Watch me falter
Watch me falter
Only casting characters for a false dream

The End

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