Sin omen tell evasion, so shall Medea!

[Instrumental Hook] ### Verse 1 Cinema, sigil and sign, a sin-omen shimmer, a solemn admission of hunger in hush. Curtains cut carnally clean; the screen conducts currents that circle the crush. It promises ‘sex without sex,’ a velvet vexation—desire designed to delay. Fetish is edited, credited, threaded—your gaze is a guest that must not overstay. ### Chorus 1 Sin omen tell evasion, so shall Medea! Sin omen tell evasion, so shall Medea! [Instrumental Hook] ### Verse 2 Television tends to the tense with a tender evasion, a nightly sedation of fear. The flow is a halo of headlines and laugh-lines, a balm that says, Stay, persevere. ‘Daily distraction’ dilates dissatisfaction, then sutures it shut with a grin. You surf and you circle, you channel your churning—tomorrow returns; tune in. ### Chorus 2 Sin omen tell evasion, so shall Medea! Sin omen tell evasion, so shall Medea! Yes—sin omen tell evasion, so shall Medea! [Instrumental Hook] ### Verse 3 Scroll, soul: social is so shall Medea, a maw with a law of unending ingestion. You birth little posts as your partial-objects; the metrics will parent the question. The feed is a creed that ‘eats its children,’ a churn where you earn to be eaten. You archive, you argue, you ardently offer; your echoes are chewed and then beaten. ### Chorus 3 Sin omen tell evasion, so shall Medea! Sin omen tell evasion, so shall Medea! Sin omen tell evasion, so shall Medea—so shall Medea! [Instrumental Hook] ### Verse 4 And if you seek ‘better versions,’ beware the conversion: the polish is pure perversion. Žižek insists, and the thesis persists: more pervert versions are virtue’s aversion. Art-cinema sharpens the fetish; prestige-TV prays to the ritual of repetition. Even mindful media moralizes the maw; all are pervert—thus ends the audition. ### Chorus 4 Sin omen tell evasion, so shall Medea! Sin omen tell evasion, so shall Medea! Sin omen tell evasion, so shall Medea! Sin omen tell evasion, so shall Medea! [Instrumental Hook] [End]