Carnal Grief
Information Feed
Flashing images of violence and murderAll in the name of commercialismReporting about violence,leisure and weatherWithout changing the tone of their voiceThey've constructed an information feedA feed unable to avoid, it's everywhereThe news value is measured on a sensational scaleTo accommodate their economic prosperityI wipe away my eyes, not willing to seeNot wanting to understandAt least to stop is entering my mindEntering my mindIn times of information droughtFabricated of exaggerated storiesAnd lied fills your translucent pagesA struggle for further economic prosperityYet the blame is oursYou're an unavoidable instance of our societyYou're just a consequence of our curiosityProfiting on an information-feed gone berserkI wipe away my eyes, not willing to seeUnable to escape the sightsCasting horrid shadows in my mindShadows in my mind
From Letras Mania