Spoil the view
You stare and stare
The bleak landscape of colour
Just waiting to embrace
Reach the image
You grope and grab
The information and tidings
Hoping you'll understand
Bring out the Lie
You think and touch
The thoughts lying to yourself
The worship you give it
Push back the reason
You cannot comprehend
The desiese they gave to you
How you cannot repute it
Hand me my freedom
I cannot find it anymore
How the media has gone now
I've been destroyed by colour