Brain Dead - DEMO

One, two, three, four

The media machine keeps on turning
Recording every second of your life
There's no point in living
If you don't want to get famous
So figure it out or take a fucking hike

I'm halfway to brain dead
And I'm barely holding on
I'm getting sick and tired
Of the same old fucking songs
Watch the newest sitcom of dilapidated lives
They're calling it the nightly news now on channel five, hey

It's all about your image and publicity
If you're not pretty just don't show your face
Or you could wear a mask
You've got to do that anyway
If you want your new found life to stay

I'm halfway to brain dead
And I'm barely holding on
I'm getting sick and tired
Of the same old fucking songs
Watch the newest sitcom of dilapidated lives
They're calling it the nightly news now on channel five

Cus the newsies
Don't know shit
They're not popular
With the kids

So lets make them play some games
Then talk about mass graves
And how our children's classrooms
Have become them anyways

It's a wreck
A total shitshow
The same old stories
You've heard before

But it's not about the riots
Or the rights now stripped away
It's a cat stuck in a fucking tree
And the hero who saved the day

I'm halfway to brain dead
And I'm barely holding on
I'm getting sick and tired
Of the same old fucking songs
Watch the newest sitcom of dilapidated lives
They're calling it the nightly news now on channel five



Credits
Writer(s): Robyn Krowe
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