Pulp

Toxic informational field's
About to decompose my intellect
And put my mind into deep sleep
Plantin' poisoned seeds of sick thoughts
Banal world based on banal words
Corrupted language
Thinking so shallow
No focus / low definition
Fabricated matrix
Shatters my concentration into pieces
& Defeats the inner silence
Violence on my intellect
Poison in between the lines
Of news
From the morning
To the moment when you try to find a slumber
Inna hearth of mental junkyard
Systematic mindfuck
Blockin' up my channel
With messages lackin' meaning
Step by step
We've been sinkin' to the level of demons

Control of opinion
Selective perception
Deeply rooted in our comfort zones
Along with the pre-set illusion of choice
That violate thinking standards
Implanted attitudes
For the consumers provided by the undermined markets
Distorted rational choices
Dispersed inna informational polution
No examination of the concepts
We've turned into the foundations
Of our existence

So what you see now is
Man becoming hollow
Fallin' back tu ruins
Initially bleak
Blueprint we follow
Poisonin' the food we eat
Poisonin' the language we speak
& thoughts we think