[radio announcer, sinister and smooth] “You are listening to The Echo Chamber (echo) with your host, Doctor Oblivion. Your one-stop shop for all the information you’ll ever need, hahahaha!" So sit back, relax, turn off your mind. You don’t need it anymore… Put on this thinking cap, your symbol of submission. It lets us know we can do your thinking for you Step into the glow of the humming machine, Where the static feels warm and the truth runs clean. Don’t bother with questions, they only confuse— We’ve prepackaged answers you’re welcome to use. Just swallow them whole, let them settle inside, Let the fog in your skull be your loyal guide. And when the world starts burning, don’t you dare look away— Just follow the shadows that tell you what to say. [chorus] So shuffle to the rhythm of the broadcast beat, Dragging your convictions like decaying feet. Eyes glazed over with that vacant shine, You’re one of mine now… One of the faithful in the hunger line. The world falls down while you clap on cue— A perfect little echo in the perfect little queue. BRAIN DRAIN! I’ll teach you to fear what you’ve never seen, To worship the glow of the silver screen. To chant every slogan I slip in your ear, To drown out the whispers of doubt and fear. Your mind is a garden—let me salt the ground, Till nothing but my voice is the only sound. And when the truth starts knocking, bolt the door in your head— Remember: thinking is dangerous, curiosity’s dead. So shuffle to the rhythm of the broadcast beat, Dragging your convictions like decaying feet. Eyes glazed over with that vacant shine, You’re one of mine now… One of the faithful in the hunger line. The world falls down while you clap on cue— A perfect little echo in the perfect little queue. [bridge] The tower leans, the sirens scream, The world tilts sideways like a broken dream. But you don’t feel the shift, you don’t hear the cracks— You’re too busy chewing on the latest facts. And I laugh as you stumble, reaching out for more, While the tide pulls you under through the open door. Now feast on the headlines, bite into the lies, Let the sweet, rotting certainty glaze your eyes. You’re beautiful, my creatures, in your vacant trance— A ballroom of corpses in a marionette dance. And as the world collapses, you’ll still cheer for me— Doctor Oblivion, your host for eternity.
