TV infects my vision
My eyes are creampuffs
Arrows can't plunge through my fog
I'm magnetized, hypnotized
Boarskin cloak surrounds my head to be sure that
I mistake shrills in their voices for whispers
It's not what I need
It's not my first choice, but it means a lot to me
Do I have a voice?
I'm not the one you want
I'm not the one you need
Shout to the one you want, the one you need
Flail my arms to a beat
Yeah, it's the people's choice
Do they live inside of me to fulfill conspiracy?
To program a ruthless time?
It's a crime, a crime, crime, crime
Cries in the name of peace by the ones kill our kind
Is it such a violent crime to open up your mind and speak?
