Media Men

With detailed precision nothing omitted
Made the incision cut to what ahead
None of the trends
None of the friends of the packaging crew
Who seals of the image of who buys who
None of it fits
On the shelf it sits
What the rest of us have
Is being sold with a laugh
By the media men
In some hope for a trend
And when their ends meet
The next pose on a street
Will be the new complete set of rules
Sold by liars and bought by fools
When the clothe gets thin
And your shoes begin to show your feet
How far can you walk?
At the billboard talk at the end of the street?
When the radio times
Set the rate of decline to a bastardized beat
Does your sun still shine
On the neon signs at the side of the street?
Make the incision
It's an easy decision
Rejecting the gods of consumer religion
Fashion and popstars
Setting the trends
Pulling the strings are the media men