Distracted

We fall
 Helplessly, but decidedly
 Into this imagery masquerading as information
 We try to live our lives
 While being blasted from all sides
 Picking amongst the fruit
 But we don't know what it means
 Look away, Look away
 From all I see
 Turn away, Turn away
 From all I see
 Look away, Look away
 From all I see
 Against fodder for self-destruction
 As we try to occupy
 The quiet space in our minds
 We open the door to industry
 Designed to prey on our anxiety
 Counting the clicks of an endless stream
 Of content pumped into our lives
 Can you tell me
 What's wrong with us
 That we are so afraid
 To be alone with ourselves
 Hungry for meaning
 And value in our selves
 We follow the stream of imagery
 Selling hopes of better things
 Of better selves and better days
 If we could just buy these things
 Can you tell me
 What's wrong with us
 That we are so afraid
 To be OK with ourselves
 Their selling panic on the T.V.
 Anything to catch our eye
 Put distrust and fear inside
 Keep us on the edge of 'oh fuck'
 And insanity
 A mediated insanity
 Can you tell me
 What's wrong with us
 That we are so afraid
 To be OK with it off
 We gotta be ok with uncertainty
 Just try
 To be Ok
 Just try
 To be Ok