Hung Out to Dry - Teenage Time Killers, D. Randall Blythe

A thousand points of light growing dimmer every day

A saddle of the mind that’s hanging up to see

Where’s the anger?

Where’s the rage?

Are you really all asleep?

Information democratized, population hypnotized

We used to fight it, they’re born to buy it

Strung up at birth and hung out to dry

A million running mouths with nothing much to say

A collective aneurysm is the hive identity

Where’s the reflex?

Where’s the strength?

Are you really all so weak?

Information democratized, population hypnotized

We used to fight it, they’re born to buy it

Strung up at birth and hung out to dry

A shiny brave new world for you and me

This is a shoddy paint job on an ancient scheme

You’re paying to starve

You’re passing bucks to keep yourself blind

Never trust, Never trust lies of the machine

When everything looks different but it’s really all the same

Here’s a promise

Here’s a lie

It’s not enough for me!

Born sedated, lobotomized

Simulated appetites

We used to fight it

They’re born to buy it

Strung out at birth and hung out to dry