Bored With Your Cinema-Sick of Your Mansions

I can't keep my eyes open
I've seen this all before
Forgive my lack of interest
In all your force-fed content
Imaginations dead
You're printing cash instead
Somebody has to fund your expansion

You wanted us to stare
And ignore all the despair
But I'm bored with this charade
So what if we all just looked away

Look away
Art is dead
Long live you

Your impedance is squashing all our
Transformation
Now our ghosts are beseeching you
In our imagination
You want to flash the lights
You want to shine so bright
You want to look so right
You'll force it in our minds

You wanted us to stare
And ignore all the despair
But I'm bored with this charade
So what if we all just looked away
Look away



Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Hoyt
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