decree

step up and forfeit your frontal lobe 
to the sexed up stroll of celebrity   
never mind that the nanoseconds in between  
are some of the darkest darkness  
that you've ever seen  
keep your eye on my finger  
and listen to the sound of my voice     


get your subliminal decree  
and your false security   
be all that you can be  
be all that you can be    


in hospitals and schools  
airports and banks and bars   
big ones on street corners  
little ones driving by in cars  
and glowing through countless   
bedroom curtains at night  

that 30k tone   
and that pale blue light saying    


daddy knows best  
yes, this is the news   
in 90 second segments officially produced   
and aired again and again and again   
by the little black and white pawns   
of the network yes men  
while the stars are going out   
and the stripes are getting bent    


and cancer, the great teacher   
has been opening schools  
downstream from every factory   
still, everywhere fools are  
squinting into microscopes  
researching cells   
trying to figure out a way  
that we can all live in hell    


well, step back, look up  
you'll see i'm dimming the sun  
but you won't, will you?  
oh, that's a good little one     


'cause daddy knows best   
yes, this is the news   
in 90 second segments officially produced   
and aired again and again and again   
by the little black and white pawns   
of the network yes men  


while the stars are going out   
and the stripes are getting bent    


the stars are going out   
and the stripes are getting bent