The fires burned brightly all over town,
Not a soul cared enough to turn around,
Pages that defined history and all previous life,
The perils of ancestor’s internal strife,
No longer matter in an age like this,
Citizens strive for ignorance, for it brings bliss.
If newspapers tell what they don’t want to hear,
Then why listen, when they can turn a deaf ear?
Panem et circensus, distractions bring true joy,
Happiness is found in technology and all of its toys.
For when the voices of the television surround my brain,
I can forget the real world and all of its pain.
The books and words only serve as a reminder,
But why read those? The pictures on the screen are much kinder.
Keep moving, faster, if you stop the words could catch up,
and cause you to think, drag you back into history’s rut.
Push a button, flip a switch, take me away,
I’d much rather live life watching someone else’s day.
The screen is immediate, tells me what I need to know,
Books say too much, the words are too slow,
Just notations and a reminder of a grim past,
When life was brutish and short,
There’s reasons information like that didn’t last.
The flames burn with progress, this is here, this is now,
Don’t you dare resist or try to slow us down,
But join in, let the flames burn from your hearts, reflect in your eyes,
For from these ashes, the true phoenix will rise.
Not a soul cared enough to turn around,
Pages that defined history and all previous life,
The perils of ancestor’s internal strife,
No longer matter in an age like this,
Citizens strive for ignorance, for it brings bliss.
If newspapers tell what they don’t want to hear,
Then why listen, when they can turn a deaf ear?
Panem et circensus, distractions bring true joy,
Happiness is found in technology and all of its toys.
For when the voices of the television surround my brain,
I can forget the real world and all of its pain.
The books and words only serve as a reminder,
But why read those? The pictures on the screen are much kinder.
Keep moving, faster, if you stop the words could catch up,
and cause you to think, drag you back into history’s rut.
Push a button, flip a switch, take me away,
I’d much rather live life watching someone else’s day.
The screen is immediate, tells me what I need to know,
Books say too much, the words are too slow,
Just notations and a reminder of a grim past,
When life was brutish and short,
There’s reasons information like that didn’t last.
The flames burn with progress, this is here, this is now,
Don’t you dare resist or try to slow us down,
But join in, let the flames burn from your hearts, reflect in your eyes,
For from these ashes, the true phoenix will rise.