Attention Please

Attention please This is not a rebirth or intervention This is a declaration This is an invitation brought to you by a culture that has been bought and paid for A culture that loves life, but loves death a little more A young girl stands in front of a mirror hoping to meet herself But hope is a mirage broadcast in brilliant colors And this girl has been medicated since she was twelve All she sees now is a perfect lotus pose, a perfect button nose And her perfect body draped in perfect clothes And I'm driving down Yonge street in my big S.U.V. And I've got Guess, Gucci, and Starbucks And they're chasing after me And they shine like Elvis and they promise like priests But this is not subliminal and this is not free More coffee, longer work hours, and a need to get thin Sign after sign that keep boxing me in Words and letters, letters and rhyme, lights and colors penetrating my mind In a desperate [move?] I reach for my radio in hope for escape A little Bob Marley and Led Zeppelin to ease the consumption headache But I'm surrounded by thousands of transmissions humming in key And some obnoxious radio DJ who is yelling at me Now I'm pop culture profiling the clever advertisements Nothing cordial, just mantras pushing me to buy it Do I think I'm immune? No way, I know I'll try it It may not be that laser eye surgery or the lapdance out by the airport But I want that new flatscreen even though I can't afford it And if I have to buy something can it be discretion? Can I trade in my supposed unhappiness and this newfound aggression? In this instant I realize how far we've come from McCluhan and Gil Scott Aron In this instant I realize that the medium is the message Our possessions are our obsessions Our expressions are our suppressions And our true feelings have become our depressions And is it too late? Have we gone too far? Have we bankrupted this moon, Venus, and Mars? And why is this radio DJ still yelling at me? And I'm turning him off, I am setting him free 'Cause fuck him beyond any cultural significance He hasn't even played a song I like since I was twenty-three Climb on your rockets and lay your head down The guns will go off when you hit the speed of sound And if you're lost along the way, sun will keep you found So climb on your rockets and lay your guns down This is not love, this is war This is not less, this is more This is not us laughing before This is not about the two hundred dollar shoes that you stand in This is what you stand for This is our future turned into a puzzle A puzzle that I will not, must not ever, ever ignore So right here for the prize for the future generations One that leaves our children iceburgs, clean air, and less medication We grant these rights so we can all sleep at night 'Cause my sheets are sweaty And my conscience heavy And my conscience heavy