Artificial Life lyrics
He's got a song about some love that's gone away. Sometimes his eyes shed
tiny teardrops when he plays. His touching ballads are just sitting there to
buy. They call it music, but it seems more like a lie. Artificial life in
the market place. Epic ballads by the musical whores. Life is boring so
project theirs on to yours. Hear the anthems of the Pepsi Generation. See
the martyrs of our spiritual degradation. Artificial life in the market
place. American culture disneyland freakshow, Screen in your living
room, A window for your tomb. If you can't compare the world sitting
there Repress your insecurities, watch and escape. Give me artificial,
give me superficial, Give me a commercial life that can't be bought. This
I say to you, what I say is true: Emotions aren't a product to sell and
cannot be consumed. Coming attraction, it's coming real soon, Prince
is having brunch with Pat Boone. Want to know where all the bullshit
goes, it goes down the sewer to be disposed.
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