Sound of Muzak

Hear the sound of music. Drifting in the aisles. Elevator prozac. Stretching on for miles. The music of the future. Will not entertain. It's only meant to repress. And neutralise your brain. Soul gets squeezed out. Edges get blunt. Demographic. Gives what you want. Now the sound of music. Comes in silver pills. Engineered to suit you. Building cheaper thrills. The music of rebellion. Makes you wanna rage. But it's made by millionaires. Who are nearly twice your age. One of the wonders of the world is going down. It's going down I know. It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares. No-one cares enough.

"pt rocks"