Transfixated on the big blue screen
it's your window to the outside
a melancholy dream
a medium upon which you build reality
this episodic currency
that everybody needs
 somebodies delivery lulls you to sleep
the man behind the weather map
the editor in chief
they control the two worlds
power and disease
 and you cannot suppress your curiosity
but see it's only entertainment
superficial urgency
posterboard mentality
only entertainment

 tightly constrained the buzz that remains
is the story how we run our lives
many are the poor and suffering
from the lack of coverage
from the transmission beam
and if it ever gets there
you'll be offended too
'cause you cannot distinguish
chicanery from truth
 see it's only entertainment
a superficial episode
as life continues to unfold
only entertainment

 controlled and copied
they've planted the seed
that sprouts into your picture of the world
 can't someone protect me (turn away, turn away)
from this electron beam?
hey you, Mr. FCC
have you no advice for me?