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Shattered wreck shivering In cool blue T.V. fire. Amphetamine grit. Living remotely, Keeping so distant. A fucking deadweight, A life by proxy, His retinas flicker with Stock footage of genocide. Asleep at the wheel, Coasting in neutral. Psyche mirrored in A crash victim's fender. Any detail blurred, Indistinct and degraded. This is the media junky: Humanity's dry husk. Incapable of abstract thought On/Off/On/Off This is the media junky: Complacently numb Culture bought on credit. A montage of random edits. SongtexteNothing is sacred. Everything is disposable, The "truth" is a con, Information is power Random fractured binary. A "fact" is a selling point Everything too simple. An advertising swindle. In this red, rusted landscape. Asleep at the wheel, Coasting in neutral. Psyche mirrored in A crash victim's fender. Any detail blurred, Indistinct and degraded. This is the media junky: Humanity's dry husk. Incapable of abstract thought On/Off/On/Off This is the media junky: Complacently numb Culture bought on credit. A montage of random edits. Nothing concrete, All is plastic. Media is the corpse And he is the vulture. His nervous system: A collage of school shootings And hospital waiting rooms. Bloody pavements intersect images of catwalk fashion. Headline black bleeds into inkblots suggestion shutdown. His is a slow death This is the media junky: Humanity's dry husk. This is the media junky: Humanity's dry husk. On/Off/On/Off Aus Songtexte Mania