"God is in the TV" - Marilyn Manson, Rock Is Dead.
Another night, another guy, driven mad from deprivation
Dies on the side of the street
In a pool of vomit, drowning in blood.
Scrape up the mess, mop up the blood
Or walk past, it doesn't effect you, life or death.
Unless they sell you it
In the magazines.
Another weekly issue,
Popstars getting rich on their "bipolar"
Disorders and anorexia that never existed.
Feed your addiction through glossy pages
Or cocaine, it's all the same
Unless it endorces your brand-name.
New gods are born from the ashes
Of incinerated dollar-bills.
Drug-garden leaves pave the stairway
Plastic surgery, pathetic house-wife thrills.
Hypodermic needles, jesus christ
Tell us how to live our lives.