(Intro - Spoken Word Newsreel)
As the seconds tick away, the doomsday clock is now under two minutes until midnight. The planet, and with it humanity, is merely heartbeats from destruction. The people wait, extreme anxiety plainly evident, for salvation. The questions remain... Are there any heroes left? And from whence shall they arise?
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A potential savior enters stage left...
(Verse 1 - maniacal voice)
Here I am you dirty fuckin humans
Mister Doctor got your solution
You ain't gonna like it but it's what you need
Diagnosis, acute case of societal gangrene
Amputation incoming we performing surgery!
Okay first thing we do is trace this shit to the root...
When did we first have a clue the world was through?
Maybe it was 1947? When the doomsday clock started revving?
No? Maybe Memphis 1968, when a peaceful man was killed by hate
Or maybe it goes back a little bit further
When Africans was only three fifths our brothers
Or was it when the powers heard about the press of Gutenberg
Immediately they began to use it to misinform. To control the swarms
Then telegraph, radio, television, Internet. The More we communicate the worse shit gets
That's where we make the first slice tonight. No more skinny Drew Carey on the Price is Right
(Interlude 1 - theremin solo)
(Interlude 2 - Spoken word Newsreel)
It's been 3 weeks since the nefarious mister doctor destroyed all methods of mass communication. We have no way to confirm, but we suspect millions of otherwise useless journalists have begun to starve. Who are we talking to? It's not like anybody can hear this shit. I wonder what the rest of the world is doing with all that extra free time now that we can't scare the shit out of them and fuck their day up each morning. Anyway, in other news, sports reporter Jimbo Luvzballz had an explosive bowel movement about 45 minutes ago. The public is advised to steer clear....
(Verse 2 - manic vocal spoken)
Was humanity saved? Who knows and that's the point.
We don't need a constant feed on every misdeed and act of greed. If they hold your attention you are never free.
Now that bullshit isn't the daily menu, perhaps you can live for you and stop being controlled and fearing what they tell you to, hating who they tell you to, eating what they tell you to, fucking who they want you to...maybe you can use the mental bandwidth to think, to create, to truly love, to enrich, to conserve, to be what humanity should have always fucking been. To not be another cancerous cell in the tumor that modern global society has become. And if not....Mister doctor and his scalpel will return...
(Outro - theremin solo)
