Propaganda Boy

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Joe Bellarosa

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Turned a pretty thing from paradise
To a panicked pawn of post-war paranoia
The iron curtain's not as broad
As the skull that God made for ya
I'm speaking slowly, do you read me
Or should I spell it out in plaintext
What's out of sight is out of mind
So, I wonder, can you see
I'm pretty sure it's plain and simple
But your eyes are looking foggy
Before you don your foil crown
Let me show you something

Kilohertz are merely measurements of our intrinsic resonance
It's such a shame that Mr. Stalin played you like a game
I want you silent for the night
Shut out the lights, crank up the volume
Feel them watching from above and lose your frame of mind
I'll never understand what you're not understanding
Am I obfuscating matters? Should I say it one more time
When are you going to receive the messages I'm sending
You're my propaganda boy
Dance with me across the DMZ

You're charming, sure, but half your mind
Is in the hive. It's honestly disturbing
You lack originality; that's furthermore perturbing
Big Brother's gone and painted over a lovely piece of artwork
Just look at you fitting right in
Too bad you're only fit for looking
I've been snotty, I'll admit it
Although I'm not convinced you get it
I've left the question in their air
All you've got to do is tell me
Am I piercing through the static
Right when I want it, gotta have it
I promise though I'm being dry
That you're the only fool in my life
You head's been cured of thoughtcrime malice 
So is there any room for romance
We've got a rhythm going on
So slip away with me

I scream into the mic
Now I'm tearing through the airways
It's all on the line
Is there anybody living in that head of yours
Oh, I'd love to get to know ya
Instead of the program you've become 
We don't have to obey
There are other wars worth fighting
Away from this place
Now, I'm giving you an option
You'll have to decide
Would you rather be a zombie
Or come back to life

Kilohertz are merely measurements of our intrinsic resonance
It's such a shame that Mr. Stalin played you like a game
I want you silent for the night
Shut out the lights, crank up the volume
Feel them watching from above and lose your frame of mind
I'll never understand what you're not understanding
Am I obfuscating matters? Should I say it one more time
When are you going to receive the messages I'm sending
You're my propaganda boy
Dance with me across the DMZ

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