Grip
Ignoring present settings you know
Corruption's an invasive thing
Your body's aching for something more
Than your brains content to do nothing
Get energized, open your eyes
Become aware of your surroundings
The world is a disturbing place
So why wouldn't you want to stay
Preoccupied by video games
Because life gets hard when you can't save
You're lying lonesome in your bed
With trifle running through your head
You just turned on your TV set
Well what you're getting is braindead
How many nights have you gone my dear?
Without shelter for your mind?
Without comfort and without sleep?
And can you even count the time lost my friend?
Veggin' out wide open mouth
Dissolving into your TV screen
Our enthrallment with the virtual world
Has enticed idleness
Self improvement's been disregarded
Categorized as an encumbrance
You're lying lonesome in your bed
With trifle running through your head
You just turned on your TV set
Well what you're getting is braindead
You're braindead like I am, And he is too
Sitting in our "living" rooms
Sedentary in our tombs
Because life's a game that we all lose
We try and try to disconnect
We really need to get a grip
Corruption's an invasive thing
Your body's aching for something more
Than your brains content to do nothing
Get energized, open your eyes
Become aware of your surroundings
The world is a disturbing place
So why wouldn't you want to stay
Preoccupied by video games
Because life gets hard when you can't save
You're lying lonesome in your bed
With trifle running through your head
You just turned on your TV set
Well what you're getting is braindead
How many nights have you gone my dear?
Without shelter for your mind?
Without comfort and without sleep?
And can you even count the time lost my friend?
Veggin' out wide open mouth
Dissolving into your TV screen
Our enthrallment with the virtual world
Has enticed idleness
Self improvement's been disregarded
Categorized as an encumbrance
You're lying lonesome in your bed
With trifle running through your head
You just turned on your TV set
Well what you're getting is braindead
You're braindead like I am, And he is too
Sitting in our "living" rooms
Sedentary in our tombs
Because life's a game that we all lose
We try and try to disconnect
We really need to get a grip
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Writer(s): Jay Maronen
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