It’s disturbing to realize how thoroughly the tentacles of the media rule the day. With so many “ilks” of its influences popping up at every turn, it has successfully saturated every margin of life, leaving little room for clarity. There’s an oh-so-subtle pre-conditioning that has found its way into how we view reality; which is sort of a double-whammy, since none of us have a true concept of what authentic reality really looks like anyway. What we are constantly being fed with are massive amounts of heavily-edited versions of life, not the spontaneous, immensely imperfect, beautifully unpredictable version we were all created for. Discovering the “reality” of Jesus in our generation has officially become a bit like trying to hear a violin solo during an Aerosmith concert. There is so much more to distract us with.
The tragedy of it all exists in the aggression of the deception. It’s literally thrown in our faces without fear or shame. We are left with having to sift through the debris in order to decipher, with any degree of accuracy, what’s true, what’s bogus, and what’s worthy of us really giving a necessary rip about. What the media
afraid of is to expose how thin its premise actually is. What holds its “sphere of influence” together is us. All of its propagators of glitz know deep down that if we, as the consumers, finally get sick of eating their trash, they’re out of business. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it. We, as believers in the True Reality, fight an enemy that carries around the same fear. Breaking through “
” is merely a poke away. We just have to find the pause in it all long enough to breach its hold and send it flying.
Lyrics
IT’S A PARADIGM WITHIN A PARODY
IT’S A TV VERSION OF REALITY
IT’S THE OTHER SIDE OF WHAT WE NEVER SEE
NOT THE WAY THINGS REALLY ARE
BUT HOW THINGS APPEAR TO BE
IT’S A PRETTY FACE IN A MAGAZINE
IT’S A TABLOID LESSON IN HUMANITY
IT’S THE COMMON GOOD OF DUPLICITY
NOT THE WAY THINGS REALLY ARE
BUT WHAT WE ARE LED TO BELIEVE
WE’RE SUFFOCATING
TRUTH IS RUNNIN’ THIN
WE’RE GOIN’ VERTIGO WITHIN
THIS SPINNIN’ BUBBLE
PRESSURE’S RISIN’
NOTHIN’S WHAT IT SEEMS
IT’S LIKE A BIG DAY DREAM
WITHIN THIS SPINNING BUBBLE
IT’S THE SAVING GRACE OF DICHOTOMY
IT’S THE TELEVANGELISTIC MONEY TREE
IT’S THE HOLY CHURCH OF HIGH SOCIETY
NOT THE WAY THINGS REALLY ARE
BUT WHAT WE WANT ‘EM TO BE
CHORUS
IT’S FLOATING, IT’S SWIRLING, IT’S UNDULATING
THIS EVER-SHIFTING AIR WE’RE BREATHIN’
DREAMIN’, BELIEVIN’ IN AN ALTERED REALITY
SUCKED INTO THE SCHEME OF THIS BEAUTIFUL MALADY
THIS SINISTER SKIN IS SHOCKINGLY THIN
THAT WRAPS THIS HOLLYWOOD PROP WE’RE LIVIN’ IN
WHERE ILLUSION IS KING AND PERCEPTION IS QUEEN
AND THE ONLY THINGS REAL ARE THE THINGS THAT ARE UNSEEN
IT’S ERRATIC, IT’S DRAMATIC, IT’S LIKE SUPER ELASTIC PLASTIC
AND YET IT’S ALL THAT STANDS BETWEEN THE GLAM OF THE SHAM
AND THE VERTICAL REALM OF THE SOUL OF A MAN
WHERE THE ANSWERS WE SEEK AND THE TRUTH THAT WE NEED
ARE WAITING FOR THOSE WHO WILL CLEARLY OPPOSE
THE UNCLEARLY UNCLEAR
TO DISCOVER THE PAUSE
TO SIMPLY BREAK OUT
BREAK OUT OF THE BUBBLE, THE BUBBLE
CHORUS
BREAK OUT OF THE BUBBLE…