He looks at the screen and he likes what he sees

Superficial images that, "Make his life complete."

When he's had enough he just flips a switch

He'll grow no smarter, yet he'll become "Rich."

Electrons penetrate his mind he cannot think

He believes everything he sees

And as he turns it off the mist begins to clear

His god is his T.V

No joke. No riddle

Not laughing cause I'm not tickled

No rhyme. Or reason. All success, but there's no meaning

Ignorance is the machine that got it started first

Man or woman, color, race it doesn't pick a worst

Even though we know it kills we stare at it all day

Our defensive skills are slowly crumbling away

Take my life into your hands

Give it to somebody else

Someone who understands