TV Turns On You (Augmented), the tenth track for the upcoming Cynicism Management release Tit Augmented, planned for about a year from now, has just come back from mastering. Should you want to know more about this project, click here.
CONTRIBUTORS:
Monika Fritz – vocals
Jan Urbanc – guitar
Borut Praper – drums, keyboards, bass & additional guitar
Music by Borut Praper
Lyrics by Borut Praper
Recorded, produced & mixed by Borut Praper
Vocals co-arranged by Monika Fritz
Mastered by Andrej Hrvatin
Track artwork by Matej Peklar
(Upcoming) album artwork by Matevž Praper
I can’t wait to flush my face
In flickers of the human race
All of this I may despise
But it sustains my dreary life
Need some genuine heartfelt screams
To liven up my stillborn dreams
I need some blood I need some pain
I need to think that I’m still sane
I’m so bored, I want more
Need some gore, need some gore
TV turned on me
I can almost see now
I turn it on
‘Cause it turns me off
As I cease to be
It turns on me
Madness greed blood screeching tearing
Never subside no retreat no
Shelter inside all because of
Hatred fear wrath I’ve seen all the
Liars tell lies sold out assholes
Anger bursts out misdirected
Preachers spread blight murder all the
Sense that we might have left out there
Omens portend we are failing
Massacred and entrails trailing
Final dead end we are nearing
Pestilence dread disappearing
Poisoned this place killed bystanders
Utter disgrace parasitic
Malice! We waste good intentions
Straying so far from redemption
Doomed
Anger bursts out misdirected
Preachers spread blight unsuspected
Omens portend we are failing
Utter disgrace parasitic
Liars tell lies sold out assholes
Sense that we might have things left there
Malice! We waste good intentions
Straying so far from redemption
What a relief this can’t happen
Ever to me, I just watch some
TV
