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A dark room a flickering light,

The object of mass distraction,

Manaquinesque people sit and stare

Being brainwashed without a care,

Flickering light and various sounds

Remotely pictures flash and change,

Yet somehow the channels are much the same

Boring drivel, reality they say but it’s mundane,

Then a break from this to stuff that’s designed to fill your brain,

Buy this shit, go out and buy this crap

Gayly coloured products in environmentally damaging wraps,

Spend your money, buy some happiness

If you can’t afford it, don’t get upset, there is always debt,

It’s so fucking handy, it’s so easy

Become a slave to debt and live in misery,

All of this from the flickering in the darkened room,

The object of mass distraction corrupting you as soon,

As you are born and mummy sits you in front of it

It keeps you quiet, you become a plasma screen addict,

And you get really angry or upset it you don’t get your fix,

Because how else are you going to know

What the fuck is going on,

In the world of soaps and news where everything that’s wrong,

Will be put to right before to long

And all you had to was sit and watch,

In a dark room a flickering light,

In front of the object of mass distraction,

Where in your Manaquinesque captivity you sit and stare,

You couldn’t break this habit, even if you could or if you dared.