Ray Tube Jokers

Cathode ray tube box of jokers
Sympathy for the choking smokers
Makes you think what you think you want to
Black and white sold as virtue
Perverse subversion in the present tense
A bleeding canvas of psychic art
The universe at arms length
As you rail against the dark
Swing at ghosts until you're dust
See how far you get on lust
In pursuit of all that's strange
Because after all
What else are we to know?
Consume consume as the head it nods
Divorced by force from your inner god
Sharp enough to do the tasks
Dense enough that you'll never ask
Nouveau faux supersonic speech
Weaponising how you feel
It'll cut you clean off at the feet
With its menagerie of guilt
Branded with original sin
There's a ban on truth within
Don't you know one size fits all?
You're guilty until they say you're innocent
Hauling cargo to the eye of a dream
Keep your hands on the soulless bandits
They'd see to it that you'd never be seen
The will of god stuck in transit
Mild mannered metal mouthed madness
From immaculate merchants of sadness
The sole constant hope to harness
Weakness is in the hand that's overplayed