Bad Medicine.

I hate the radio. :< Felt like writing this after having to listen to it in the car since my CD player and tape deck are dead.

Forsaken!

Like a dying religions God,

Murdered by the masses,

Replaced by contacts and fake eyelashes.

Your new idol,

Wears shades and mascara,

Flashing cleavage you'll never squeeze-

In a broken reality,

She's just your sleazy dream!

 

Whatever happened to talent and brawn?

Whatever happened to real art, is it gone?

The songs on the radio,

Sing-along...

Brainwashing. Brainwashing.

 

Remember when things had meaning!

And you didn't have to be forced to stomach words so demeaning!

Rape spews from their mouth,

While they act like demons.

They leave others wanting more,

But what are you fiending?

(Don't take this pill...

It'll make you ill.

Your sanity, will spill,

Save yourself, the bill.

Find a better thrill.

Because their noise will never fill you.)

 

I want to feel the gears in motion!

Overwhelming power, like unrestful oceans!

The songs on the radio,

Are garbage that makes me yawn.

Brainwashing. Brainwashing.

 

Don't take this pill...

It'll make you ill.

Your sanity, will spill,

Save yourself, the bill.

Find a better thrill.

Because their noise will never fill you...