Paroles de Who Prospers?

Its this sord of entertainment That makes me feel like throwing up Like a chronic disease in its final stage This crap is turnig from bad to worse Extremes are normal when normality's so extreme But cold it be its not quite what seems? Tell me who prospers When we televise to stupify And supersize our ignorance Can we, as viewers not see that we're being kept Indulgent and inept? By strangling the intellect They tighten the leash and quechen the thirst from knowlagement Like a cancer eating away on our collective consciousness Like a chronic disease in its final stage This crap is turnig from bad to worse Extremes are normal when normality's so extreme But cold it be its not quite what seems? Tell me who prospers When we televise to stupify And supersize our ignorance Can we, as viewers not see that we're being kept Indulgent and inept? By strangling the intellect They tighten the leash and quechen the thirst from knowlagement In a glow of enthusiasm The public at large Keeps warm by the radiance of the television A blank stare, filling life with purposes Numbing entertainment, masshypnosis To comfort and sedate And passify the masses