From the recording The Media Without Voice
The title track of this album. An open letter to the dictators.
Lyrics
I’m not a hallucination
Give me the support of a nation
Drowning in promises and waisted ideals
You never won the election
Walk into your stolen office
With the cynicism of a nuclear warhead
Your broken toys are scattered around
But you do not even notice
But the media without a voice
Only feed us midazolam daze
And the only defense is your mind
Keep it sharp and ablaze
And like salt to the brain of the insane
I only guard the proverbial time
But you can’t rape the magic out of me
The magic is mine
Yet there’s still freedom of mind
To trust in your rotten lies
Political prostitution
Where you get payment in kind
Just take your hand off the handle
You’ll drive us back to the eighties
Then we’ll drink ourselves senseless
There’s no respect for a vandal
I’ve got political power
For your crumbling tower
And I’m creating a problem
For your pathetic solution
I bet on public exposure
Of your fragile composure
When you assault people’s treasure
It comes back measure for measure
But the media without a voice
Only feed us midazolam daze
And the only defense is your mind
Keep it sharp and ablaze
And like salt to the brain of the insane
I only guard the proverbial time
But you can’t rape the magic out of me
The magic is mine