Job For A Cowboy - Plastic Idols текст песни

In a continuous rehashed rhythm, the masses gawk toward their simulated
Idols.
Frothing at the lips with shuddering jaws as the public swells with
Ignorance and vacant delight.
Fixated on the trivial speculation and day to day existence of plastic
Gods.
Dense enlightenment circulates throughout every form of broadcasting.
Bringing forth a suspending shroud over the actuality of our decomposing
Populace.
Smothering the choking truth and realism. Celebrity praise over political
Awareness.
We are observed as human cattle: blind, deaf and neglected from government
Transparency.