Star-Spangled Banner by Culturcide Lyrics
[Spoken Word]
Oh, say can you see in the blinkless electron-gun eye of the mainstream media mirage
That what we hail are the hallucinations of authority and progress and righteousness
Whose sweet and stern voices have captivated and conditioned millions of human creatures, stimulating them in a passive acceptance of technological disruption and destruction of environment, of history, of possibility of alternative ways of being?
Whose seven stripes are broken swastikas
Whose fifty stars arе black holes sucking 200 million atomized existеnces into the daily routines of the human herd, of hamsters rolling the grat wheels of the death machine, squeaking at the shocks and nibbling the cheese and reciting and discussing and delighting in their shared programming history, in their stupid lives, in their cancers, their deaths, their TV shows, their jobs, their ignorance, their endless, pointless, forward creeping, their glorious, blithe nose-dive into their pay-check's pleasures, into an ecstatic emptiness; a growing incinerator; a parking-lot full of business-men conspiring and colluding on the big lie, the big dream, the big nauseating screaming sweating nightmare of Business America/ Consumer America/ Corporate America/ Media America/ Fascist America...
Oh, say can you see in the blinkless electron-gun eye of the mainstream media mirage
That what we hail are the hallucinations of authority and progress and righteousness
Whose sweet and stern voices have captivated and conditioned millions of human creatures, stimulating them in a passive acceptance of technological disruption and destruction of environment, of history, of possibility of alternative ways of being?
Whose seven stripes are broken swastikas
Whose fifty stars arе black holes sucking 200 million atomized existеnces into the daily routines of the human herd, of hamsters rolling the grat wheels of the death machine, squeaking at the shocks and nibbling the cheese and reciting and discussing and delighting in their shared programming history, in their stupid lives, in their cancers, their deaths, their TV shows, their jobs, their ignorance, their endless, pointless, forward creeping, their glorious, blithe nose-dive into their pay-check's pleasures, into an ecstatic emptiness; a growing incinerator; a parking-lot full of business-men conspiring and colluding on the big lie, the big dream, the big nauseating screaming sweating nightmare of Business America/ Consumer America/ Corporate America/ Media America/ Fascist America...