you can't make me think like you, mundane.

I've got a message for all those who think that they

can etch his words inside my brain.

TV, what do I need?

Tell me who to believe!

What's the use of autonomy

when a button does it all?

So listen up, glisten up closely all,

who've seen the fuckin' eye ache too.

It's time to step away from cable train.

And when we finally see the subtle light,

this quirk in evolution will begin

to let us live and recreate.

TV, what do I need?

Tell me who should I be?

Let's do our mom a favor and drop

a new god off a wall.

Let me see past the fatuous knocks,

I've gotta rid myself of this idiot box!

Let you see past the feathers and flocks,

and help me plant a bomb in this idiot box!

From the depths of the sea

to the tops of the trees

to the seat of a lazy boy...

staring at a silver screen!