Testo di 'One Dimensional Man' di Sims

Neon and strobe, the eyes don't go beyond the glow

They want to protest, but lost the focus
Now they're latching on to any cause
Snapping down like any jaw
Mulch from the demagogues
Acting like they're demigods

It starts with the link, link
Moves to sinking
Moves to the chain gang
Moving to the brink, brink
Rules are the same game
Speak in doublethink
With the action based on guilt
Holier-than-thou type thing
But you did your part
You gave your hundred bucks to NPR
You joined the co-op now
Bought the hybrid car
Switched to Peace Coffee
Went to three rallies
Then wiped your hands with sanitized solution
Good deeds tallied
Consumer movement, seeking absolution
Re-design the treadmill, still ain't moving
Desperately run in place
Reapplied the laws of the bluest eye
And made the truest shade of grey
So we truly fade away, now
Like it or not, you're standing here stranded
You didn't buy the tape and plastic
Still copped the panic
You switched it up, now you're buying all organic
Screaming "Save the planet!"
But you won't even save your neighbor, dammit!

So, where do we go?
Now that we know who's paving the road
Oh, no, no, no
Are you saving your soul
Or braiding the rope that's making you choke?
And, so it goes
They throw the line out caustic
They're rolling out the product
They hit you in your heart, aiming for your pocket
You can't ignore the profit
Michael Moore the topic
Now tell me that your time is really all that philanthropic

Neon and strobe, the eyes don't go beyond the glow
They want to protest, but lost the focus
It's a cycle, no less
Out of place, grotesque
We step with cold flesh
Toward a cause with warm breath
Seeking comfort in the moment, missed the omen
Everyone screaming change, but we build it the same
New wording, same adage: Go ask Alice, fool
Grab your mallet, you better get ready to earn your callus
The Master's tools will never dismantle the Master's palace
(Those the rules)

So, where do we go?
Now that we know who's paving the road
Oh, no, no, no
Are you saving your soul
Or braiding the rope that's making you choke?
And, so it goes
They throw the line out caustic
They're rolling out the product
They hit you in your heart, aiming for your pocket
You can't ignore the profit
Michael Moore the topic
Now tell me that your time is really all that philanthropic