Media (Sol Invictus)

Here we go again: the same old lies again The empty words again, the pigs can fly again From Wall Street to your heart Neon Hollywood lights the dark, Hear the bleating of the sheep At the jokes of a media creep And there's nothing I can say See a world of tanks, ruled by a world of banks Turn up you TV set, forget the chains of debt See it all go down the drain Switch channels, do you think it'll change? Lapping prole food in the sun Hail the masses-ugly and dumb And there's nothing I can say