I wrote this recently. Dsound exclusive.
The propaganda machine is driving me mad, and just how numb and unaware most people are is frightening to me. There are debates to be had about precisely what is the propaganda (it's hard to wade through all of the lies), but the fact that most people don't really believe there are malevolent people happy to spread complete lies about reality, that there really is propaganda after your mind and freedom of thought, is crazy to me. A legitimate starting point is, at the very least, popular culture, which clearly has no concern for your well-being, which clearly wants to destroy what scraps of human dignity you've managed to preserve in the face of a culture that has undermined all of your noblest desires and capacities from the day you were born.
And the screaming fans don't care; they will, in fact, pay huge sums of money to be brainwashed. We are, ironically, the most illiterate, "educated" generation of all time. We read but can't comprehend.
Much to be said, but there's a reason I'm a songwriter instead.
Is This What We Want?
Pop stars tell you what to think
And you willingly agree
They don’t care about anything
But that you follow blindly
Be a puppet, sell your soul
And you’ll fit right in
Be a coward, controlled
Have a heart of tin
And you’ll be just fine
Give up your mind
To their whims and desires for your life
Is this what we want?
Is this what we want?
Is this what we want?
Is this what we want?
Is this what we want?
Is this what we want?
Is this what we want?
Because it’s what we’re getting
See no sunlight, keep your dark
Let screens become your guiding light
Memorize their slogans
Don’t put up a single fight
Be a puppet, sell your soul
And you’ll fit right in
Be a coward, controlled
Have a heart of tin
This isn’t a joke
A word for the “woke”
They will cut you off at the throat
Is this what we want?
Is this what we want?
Is this what we want?
Is this what we want?
Is this what we want?
Is this what we want?
Is this what we want?
Because it’s what we’re getting
If you can’t see it you’re already dead
Open your eyes and get out of bed
Go take a walk and clear out your head
Forget the poison that you’ve been fed
'Cause it’s not what you want
It’s not what you want
It’s not what you want
It’s not what you want
It’s not what you want
It’s not what you want
It’s not what you want
But it’s what you’re getting
If you don’t say stop
Say stop
Copyright 2018
xx,
Kay
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