On a Lonely Screen

Well I got a reason my goals defined words in a line and my politics
(every word is true)
Oh I got my lover with her legs up high, my fingertips on her light switch
If someone found the way to save us from ourselves
(oh dear you're only dreaming)
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And you got a letter you got a number you got a dream you make your personal hell
(yeah yeah…)
we got obligation to production
we got the angels in a rubber cell with their hands tied up
If you can find a way to make the world yourself
(oh dear it's only dreaming)
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There's a blue eyed pretty woman saying things that she don't mean
Come on baby don't you listen lock your doors up tight tonight
Cause there's a million people dying and there's bound to be more
Learned it just from listening to a faithful, faithful imitation
Cause we breathe in everything
It's in our eyes and it's in our skin speaks a holy replication
With her cheeks all sunken in, bloody nose and a plastic grin
He needs a pill just to feel her insides, she needs a crutch just to wake her up
Ghost-eyed man and walking dead what does feeling really feel like?
Digging up a body from a burial ground, wipe the bones off nice and clean
Mother don't breast feed your children with a plastic mouse and a crystal screen
Now there's more white people talking about a war that's make believe
Doctor spins a word like freedom we pretend to know just what it means