Dance of Electronic Images

Here stands the new man
And his conception of reality
In a dance of electronic images
Fired into his brain
It generates a tailored construction
Selectively designed in captions
With malicious interventions
Intent by their masters
Marionette
You are not on your own
Someone else’s on control
Marionette
You are not on your own
You’ll never walk alone
So, that under no circumstances
He realizes the true reality
Happiness is granted to him
Through the TV displayed on a curtain
Marionette
You are not on your own
Someone else’s on control
Marionette
You are not on your own
You’ll never walk alone