Machinae Supremacy

Can you sense our somewhat misaligned
attention spans, uninterested minds
Feels like only white noise on the air
A substance without meaning
Who are we? And why should we believe?
(Lost inside, lost inside, lost inside…)
How much more of this can you contain?
Why is it, your head feels like a drain?
But you don’t have to be an end-link in this chain
Become our counter-culture
Broadcast yourself into the revolution on YouTube
I don"t wanna know, kill the radio
I will find my own transmission in the storm
Hurry on below, with the antidote
I wanna see the underground rise up and soar
Sick of pimps and bland generic blondes?
And poser wannabe fake rocker spawns?
Come now be your own media whore