Transfixated on the big blue screen

It's your window to the outside

A melancholy dream

A medium upon which you build reality

This episodic currency

That everybody needs

Somebodies delivery lulls you to sleep

The man behind the weather map

The editor in chief

They control two worlds

Power and disease

And you cannot supress you curiosity

But see it's only entertainment

Superficial urgency

Posterboard mentality

Only entertainment

Tightly constrained

The buzz that remains

Is the story of how we run our lives

Many our the people poor and suffering

From the lack of coverage

From the transmission beam

And if it ever gets there

You'll be offended too

'cause you cannot distinguish

Chicanery from truth

See it's only entertainment

A superficial episode

As life continues to unfold

Only entertainment

Controlled and copied

They've planted the seed

That sprouts into your picture of the world

Can't someone protect me (turn away, turn away)

From this electron beam?

Hey you, mr. fcc

Have you no advice for me?