Soundtrack for the revolution

A thousand
Images a day to control us
To bring us to a higher purpose
Buy buy bye
My life I've spent you
For what?
Nothing but a distraction
From a lack of interaction

Look away from the yellow sky
Look away from the mother as she dies
A thousand images are screaming
But in my head I'm just whispering

Cancel, cancel
I'll fight every way, every day and I'll say
Cancel, cancel
In my mind is the soundtrack for the revolution

I live
Thought crime
I live
Thought crime

I'll cancel
I'll cancel
I'll cancel you out!

Lowered psychological resistance
Pre-programmed economic commitments
Heightened suggestibility
Invisible enemy
Self replicating sterility

Cover up the taste of the water
By coloring your hair
Convince your self you have gotten youp fair share
A thousand images are screaming
But in my head I'm just whispering