Television nation is setting in motion
Television nation is the mother of creation
Lying, treating, ruling , embroidered lies
On the dark tissue that serves us as a blanky
Wake up slave
Who gonna save
Your critical mind
Don't be blind
It doesn't much
Matter the truth
That f*cking TV look for only
Of the sensational
Deformation of facts
Facts inexact
Holding the slander
They're just some f*cking liars......
Wake up , Slave
Who's gonna save
Your critical mind
Don't be blind
Let's fight against the Talk show Nation
The dictatorship of voyeurism
There is no addiction issue
As long as we reject that tissue
Of Lies , open your eyes
Television nation is our god of substitution
But Television nation isn't an omniscient
Lying, treating ruling , writing the libel
On the dark paper that serves us as a bible
Wake up slave
Who gonna save
Your critical mind
Don't be blind
Best tool of propaganda
Following the memoranda
Of a corrupt government
That influence our judgment
Accusation without proof
Just like a f*cking spoof
They content with repeating
What Jack is kind to give them....
Wake up slave
Who gonna save
Your critical mind
Don't be blind
Let's fight against the Talk show Nation
The dictatorship of voyeurism
There is no addiction issue
As long as we reject that tissue
Of Lies , open your eyes
We turn on that f*cking TV
Just like some stupid zombies
Better than cast pearls before swine
We get drunk of that dirty wine
As the poisoned blood of a brand new prophet
You don't get it
Damn it , beat it
Big brother's watching you , You Know It
They turn off our numbs brain
Like vampires , searching for gain
Like a banker without moral sense
They take your blood blood as they take your conscience
Break that screens , it absorbs your spirit
You don't get it
Damn it , beat it
Big brother is watching you , you Know it
It is finally happened
Under a mass of (hand) clappin'.
Television rules the nation
Enjoy the brain castration.
Stand for the ovation
One last celebration
With an army of TV zombie
Empire the idiocracy
SPHERES - TELEVISION NATION Lyrics
SPHERES - TELEVISION NATION Lyrics
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Television nation is setting in motion
Television nation is the mother of creation
Lying, treating, ruling , embroidered lies
On the dark tissue that serves us as a blanky
Wake up slave
Who gonna save
Your critical mind
Don't be blind
It doesn't much
Matter the truth
That f*cking TV look for only
Of the sensational
Deformation of facts
Facts inexact
Holding the slander
They're just some f*cking liars......
Wake up , Slave
Who's gonna save
Your critical mind
Don't be blind
Let's fight against the Talk show Nation
The dictatorship of voyeurism
There is no addiction issue
As long as we reject that tissue
Of Lies , open your eyes
Television nation is our god of substitution
But Television nation isn't an omniscient
Lying, treating ruling , writing the libel
On the dark paper that serves us as a bible
Wake up slave
Who gonna save
Your critical mind
Don't be blind
Best tool of propaganda
Following the memoranda
Of a corrupt government
That influence our judgment
Accusation without proof
Just like a f*cking spoof
They content with repeating
What Jack is kind to give them....
Wake up slave
Who gonna save
Your critical mind
Don't be blind
Let's fight against the Talk show Nation
The dictatorship of voyeurism
There is no addiction issue
As long as we reject that tissue
Of Lies , open your eyes
We turn on that f*cking TV
Just like some stupid zombies
Better than cast pearls before swine
We get drunk of that dirty wine
As the poisoned blood of a brand new prophet
You don't get it
Damn it , beat it
Big brother's watching you , You Know It
They turn off our numbs brain
Like vampires , searching for gain
Like a banker without moral sense
They take your blood blood as they take your conscience
Break that screens , it absorbs your spirit
You don't get it
Damn it , beat it
Big brother is watching you , you Know it
It is finally happened
Under a mass of (hand) clappin'.
Television rules the nation
Enjoy the brain castration.
Stand for the ovation
One last celebration
With an army of TV zombie
Empire the idiocracy
Television nation is the mother of creation
Lying, treating, ruling , embroidered lies
On the dark tissue that serves us as a blanky
Wake up slave
Who gonna save
Your critical mind
Don't be blind
It doesn't much
Matter the truth
That f*cking TV look for only
Of the sensational
Deformation of facts
Facts inexact
Holding the slander
They're just some f*cking liars......
Wake up , Slave
Who's gonna save
Your critical mind
Don't be blind
Let's fight against the Talk show Nation
The dictatorship of voyeurism
There is no addiction issue
As long as we reject that tissue
Of Lies , open your eyes
Television nation is our god of substitution
But Television nation isn't an omniscient
Lying, treating ruling , writing the libel
On the dark paper that serves us as a bible
Wake up slave
Who gonna save
Your critical mind
Don't be blind
Best tool of propaganda
Following the memoranda
Of a corrupt government
That influence our judgment
Accusation without proof
Just like a f*cking spoof
They content with repeating
What Jack is kind to give them....
Wake up slave
Who gonna save
Your critical mind
Don't be blind
Let's fight against the Talk show Nation
The dictatorship of voyeurism
There is no addiction issue
As long as we reject that tissue
Of Lies , open your eyes
We turn on that f*cking TV
Just like some stupid zombies
Better than cast pearls before swine
We get drunk of that dirty wine
As the poisoned blood of a brand new prophet
You don't get it
Damn it , beat it
Big brother's watching you , You Know It
They turn off our numbs brain
Like vampires , searching for gain
Like a banker without moral sense
They take your blood blood as they take your conscience
Break that screens , it absorbs your spirit
You don't get it
Damn it , beat it
Big brother is watching you , you Know it
It is finally happened
Under a mass of (hand) clappin'.
Television rules the nation
Enjoy the brain castration.
Stand for the ovation
One last celebration
With an army of TV zombie
Empire the idiocracy
Writer: Cedric camille LAFONTAINE, Jonathan LINO, Tommie PLUIJMAEKERS
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Copyright: Lyrics © LALOULINE EDITIONS