Mill Grain Throat

Take this flag and Take it away 5000 new faces All come to play Can you see what we've done? What have we gained? A beautiful civilisation Left nothing but a stain But I can't redeem what I've done This really means everything And my everything reduced to none The white noise thrashes through my ears My eyes are devoid The static graces my lips For I am just another never ending Freeview channel guide There's so many things to watch Why would you ever choose me But I can't redeem what I've done This really means everything And my everything reduced to none It's past 9 o'clock But I can barely bring myself to break the watershed Who knows who could be watching I've got so much to lose If my viewer count slips how will I ever feed my family So many starving faces Oh so many starving faces For years and years I've spent waiting Entranced by the TV Yearning for salvation And kept of the edge of my seat Miles and miles of unharmed land Longing for the touch of something far greater Than it could ever dream to be But it's not God Oh it's not God If money makes the world go round Then why do I find myself stuck? Unable to move anything But dart my eyes between each horror that floods the screen Usually I dream of nothing but recently I can't help myself A brighter future for all is one with nothing in it We can't bring ourselves to stop We can't bring ourselves to change We are leeches of this earth And we can't bring ourselves to change But I I can't redeem what I've done This really means everything And my everything reduced to none But I can't redeem what I've done