"What Time Is It?"
i feel like i am not here anymore
This fucking show
"The Lies of Your Mind’s Eye"
The mind’s eye absorbs all that it sees
And most of what it sees happens on TVs.
Co-opting your memory, replacing it with tales
Structured carefully around advertiser’s sales.
So much of the nostalgia that you hold most dear
Didn’t occur at all, yet it’s recalled crystal clear
Replacing the actual events in your mind’s eye
Making the fake feel so real, and the real like a lie.
Maybe it’s okay, and “what’s real” is simply a choice
Because reality sounds better in your television’s voice.