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"You can't see us... BUT YOU CAN FEEL US... " [Colin Emmanuel on the decks] "So you listen to me. Listen to me! Television is not the truth Don't you want the truth? Go to your gurus, go to your shells! Because that's the only place you're ever gonna find any real drama! " [Verse 1:] Kissing you already, Matty seen with blonde Show guru buys hammer movies and goes on (Farewell) close to tears at the final curtain (Woops) God [? ] already, adverse [? ] find Matty One million for topping foes Sidebanks in TV, plead to Spanish, she vanish Turn the page over, British brain overload Killing [? ], rape case, church, falls asleep - here's your cell Not quite the Paris Hilton steeze [? ] Terror swoop, that's 2 wives in one house up for Mortgages, mortgages, property feature Loyalist shamed [? ] perve, catch that creature! It's a whole load of gossip Called up against two strikers, Henry's lost it - I don't care 15 years for bank gang - I don't care I Guess I should care, but really - I don't care! My immediate media's music Letras de cancionesThe media hype might mess with my music My e-media media's music/media/hype might mess with my mentality TV biz, any jive will do There's love in the mud for Tara, there's a land you'll ever store near YOU [Hook: x4] "You can't see us. But you can feel us." [Verse 2:] I'm like an underground news channel Most music out is just an ad break, from real-made [? ] A hodgepodge of consuming, non-thinking parasites Comparable with Channel 5, coming out your satellite A sad state of affairs, lots of people in the world un-aware People say it doesn't matter, I'm like "Yeah." It's kinda like a crime indeed The stuff TV producers ignore and what they feed us instead... It's all celebs and what they doing in bed They could be making people think instead Just to sit back and hold up your hands is no excuse Feed us brain-dead crap - it's turning(?) our mouth to abuse They say "What about the ratings? " (I say "What about morality? ") They say "I'm tryna keep my job" (I say "Check your mentality") So concerned with a move up the ladder Where your salary and your life is all that really matters A career in the media, a nation in tatters From your fierce bred [? ] and trivia, and tabloid patter You beleive what they can 'til you give em a change Checking the range of channels man, it's funny and strange You got a whole load of choice (Really nothing is on) The content of these papers (Man something is wrong) It's no coincidence white vanman in middle England They're talking about immigrants tits and peodophilia While steady killing the world, not recycling The agenda that the media's setting is kinda frightning And no one got done over [? ] But they don't put it on the front page, I guess it's really not surprising My rage is far from staged like Big Brother I'm the real reality - put Joey Brains on your cover [Hook x2] From Letras Mania