dis>connected an article from livingstonemusic.net

When will we awaken from this current state of being?
The answer is when we do, but for now,
We lick up the vomit from television.
Our eyes are painted over with entertainment.
Our ears are hammered into submission by dumbed noise, in pulses of infant choruses.
Out of tune, we sing to this bile, hypnotised.
We swim through the sewers of fame, gulping in the brown waters of the Rich's excrement.
The sparkle of jewels blind with the sharpest glint, cutting through the eyes in slices.
Made blind, but to the glint.
Everybody paid. Everybody worked.
We sweat pig-dirt. We break our bones.
Time out. Laser Beam. Speculate to Accumulate.
Freedom of speech, but a disappearing soul.
The thirteen moons, all but forgotten.
The unequal months of de-synchronisation.
The vulgar left to the vulgar. The swine to the swill.
Locked up. Fed scraps from the table.
Truth is lies and lies are truth.
A red plastic car, fast for an unknown reason.
Artifice..
Dominated.
Unaware of free will.
Battered.
Unaware of our power.
Goyim.
Unaware of our infiniteness.
Led to Slaughter.
Unaware of our purpose.
Throat cut and bled.
Unaware of our destiny.
Disconnected from The Universe.