We long to be like them
we stalk, we starve, we binge and purge
to satisfy this lethal urge
All for love or rites of passage
we shed our blood among the masses
dernier cri, avidity, breathless adoration
Celluloid and magazines, a constant clelebration
of trash and mediocraty, the idols of our time
The altar is the TV. Screen, when will we draw the line?
the paparazzi show a piece of what we'd like to see
The camara eye, does it lie? or does it set us free?
The circus of the media, oh! how it entertains!
we long to see the drama, the heartache and the pain
We live our lives from day to day, our miserable existence
disconnected, disembodied out there in the distance