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New Fiction

from New Fiction by The Smyrk

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Maybe it's the taser talkin
But that feels like an illegal hold
And though your synapses fire
I know your heart's still cold
Maybe it's the sarcastic smile
From the man on the screen
And when he presses face against the glass
I'm not listening

Keep us all contained and paranoid
Dependent won't you
Keep us in the dark and just destroy our common sense
Won't you just
Feed us what you want us to hear

Stop all the statements you make
And justify what you break
Cause we're not above suspicion
These days, all we get is New Fiction

Maybe it’s a short in the wire
From the satellite feed
And all the pistols on stun
Clocked to radio speed
Anyway the world is on fire
But you're never gonna let us see
Cause you wanna stand on hot coals
Panic is what we need

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from New Fiction, released March 10, 2007

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