Dear TV, desensitize me.
Give me more genocide please.
The world is your aphrodisiac so you stay turned on every minute, every second I breathe.
You weaponize greed, kill me with incessant I needs.
Got me checkin’ out those and checkin’ out these.
Mainstream me, disinfecting my breed.
I’m looking for nirvana but you Geffenize me.
Point me to the skies till heaven’s eye bleeds.
Anoint me with your lies then divinize me.
If heaven is a show, well, televise me.
But I won’t lie my way in, no fakin’ IDs.
I’ll die standing. Try breaking my knees.
I’ll do a handstand like I’m breakin’. Now freeze.
Don’t act like you know me ’cause you recognize me.
You sell my record not me.