Testo In a crisis World Entertainment War

In a crisis

I rolled over in bed to touch her head
She was mumbling in her sleep
And I listened close to everything she said
She was dreaming about the rocks and trees
bleeding everywhere
And I wrote down every single thing she said
And she said
The spirits of the earth
are so hungry for justice They cry
And the spirits of the sky
are with us tonight And they cry
In a crisis we cut away
what we don't need anymore
In the good times we fight our way
We fight our way inside
In a crisis we cut away
what we don't need anymore
In the good times we find our way
We find our way back home
I rode my bicycle by her house
She was gardening in the dark
Singing to the green beans and the beets
She was wearing her high heels
Chopping the high weeds
Dealing out life and death
And I wrote down every single thing she said
And she said
And I followed every dream she dreamed
Everywhere she led
And I wrote down every secret thing
Every word she left unsaid
The spirits of the earth
are so hungry for justice
They cry
And the spirits of the sun
are lined up on our side
And they cry
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DEMAND #1: We demand that Dan Rather, Peter Jennings, Tom Brokaw and Carlos
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Do you know how to tell the difference between your own thoughts and the
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Welcome to the New Age of total hype...the death of the news...the
obliteration of consensus reality. This is beyond the apocalypse. It's the
Hype-ocalypse... Propaganda Armageddon...the final triumph of hype, wiping
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We have made the catastrophic discovery that it is perfectly legal to torture
and murder people with entertainment. The mass audience is in danger of total
extinction through "enjoyment." An international consortium of entertainment
criminals has, through telegenetic engineering, created metaviruses in the form
of pictures and sounds. These metaviruses are virtually indistinguishable from
normal pictures and sounds. After entering through the eyes and ears, they
devour the imagination of their victims and replace it with the imagination of
one of the entertainment criminals.
If there are any entertainment criminals reading this right now, we urge you to
turn yourself in.
Reality is now nothing more than the sum total of the war between competing
infotainment conglomerates.
By the time children are 18, they will have witnessed 18,000 televised murders.
More people watch reruns of Family Ties than voted in the last election.
Blatantly totalitarian government is unnecessary here because the mass audience
eagerly participates in its own brainwashing via entertainment. Coercion is
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Everyone loves everybody for the wrong reasons. Everyone who believes in the
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