Control what comes in to control what comes out
Absorbing their versions of what life's about
Spoon fed the world through a filter that caters to money,
and fills us with doubt
and there's so much more to see than the world through TV
Numb from the boredom you can't feel the whip across your back
Always look through the same window of course you'll have the same view
It's lights, camera, action, take us and tell us what to do
What to see what to think what to wear what to do with our lives
Millions of channels to fashion reigns out of our eyes
To walk back and forth in a box and bind myself with golden chains (is not freedom)