Paroles de Primetime Dogma

Fifty-five inches of heavenly delight A sick God on an altar All hail the mighty television Technologically advanced Civilization put to sleep by 200 channels of shit and fear Bask in its truth and knowledge For its heavenly light shows us The way to salvation What to buy How to sell We’re saved You’re fuck Clicking and roaming like sheep Looking for their shepherds Beamed direct to the masses Live via satellite