I’m an amalgamation of all that surrounds me
Far separated from whom I wish to be
TV and radio seeps into my soul
And I feel like I’m falling into a never-ending black hole
I’m an amalgamation of all that surrounds me
I’ve almost been fooled into thinking I’m free
Fed my thoughts daily and fighting myself
The troops aren’t in Iraq, they’re in me, using stealth
I’m an amalgamation of all that surrounds me
Void of all semblance of originality
My life is pointless and I feel so unclean
‘Cause I’m just another cog in the media machine.