Life Imitating Art-Smoke or Fire/Not Documented

Bang bang, it's sex and violence on the television Give us all a cultural distraction or the cure Who's strong, who's fast, who's in the game We've made our lives a competition and we all should be ashamed On the couch into the window of the world Who cares who ends up hurt as long as we're all entertained? Who to be, what to eat, what to wear How would we make decisions if the TV wasn't there? We are laughing at each other, are we so insecure? We are staring into the eyes of someone who isn't there Life is not a work of art, these moments were never meant to last We're so afraid to live our own lives, our lives, our lives, our lives It's the epitome of instinct, we're sad, happy, depraved Wave a prize in front of us and watch us dance for the ratings game Who to be, what to eat, what to wear How would we make decisions if the television wasn't there? Does it kill enough of your time? Does it numb enough of your mind? It feels so empty when we speak That's because we're still asleep We are laughing at each other, are we so insecure? We are staring into the eyes of someone who isn't there Life is not a work of art, these moments were never meant to last We're so afraid to live our own lives, our lives, our lives are lies