Watching Channel Zero

Tune in to your television, an endless loop of repetition. From morning till it’s time for bed, nothing worthwhile’s ever said. Plastic damsels, cardboard heroes, see it all on channel zero. Locked on to the silver screen, you’re every advertiser’s dream. Pixels on the set are blinking, a spell to keep you all from thinking, Is this what your life amounts to, a spectacle for you to view? Messages piped into home, Are the thoughts you have your own? Content to suppress the soul, Living by remote control. To keep on watching is your choice, to disregard your inner voice. Repeat until it’s automatic, the program’s done - you’re watching static.