Letra da Música Television de Metacortex

You don't see it on television,
You don't see it on any screen.
You won't change the constituition
'cause you're living in a "perfect dream".

Your perfect day is now a play.
You better move away before you get stuck,
Because you get fucked it you stay.

Now open your eyes
Because it's all invention.
The thief, police,
The priest, the constituition.
The right, the wrong,
You know, admit it:

You - can't - take - it.

Em filosofia, o "cérebro uma cuba"
é um elemento usado em uma variedade
de experimentos mentais destinados a extrair
determinadas características de nossas idéias
de conhecimento, da realidade, da verdade,
da mente e significado.

Don't think me rude,
You're just burning with the trashes.
Your dreams are only chalk
And you fly within the ashes.
Your kid is just obese,
He's got a lethal disease,

But you're gonna say
"yes, we love it!".
You're gonna say
"yes, we love it!".

Moving around you see only
Illusion and death.
(wake up!)
The only truth is
Right behind your desk.
The tv is always hiding it
Behind a huge mask.

"yes we love it!" (8x)

You could be the introduction.
It's a shame that you can't see
And deny without discussion
Everything you want to be.