Marathon - Closing Time At The Distortion Factory lyrics

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A wartorn town<br />

A snapping sound<br />

Takes a child down<br />

He wins the stray bullet lottery<br />

Reporters there with corresponding flare<br />

Asking "Who would dare let a fight get so ugly?"<br />

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Then his story beamed home to me<br />

Where I'm complacently watching TV<br />

And in between, a producer's carving<br />

The truth to give me the juiciest piece<br />

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Every channel shows me a handsome close<br />

Spinning yarns that make me dizzy<br />

Woven hand-me-downs from the man on top<br />

Meat to keep me cozy on those bitter nights<br />

Insomniac eyes<br />

When I dare to peep through their curtains<br />

But why bother when I could wrap<br />

Their newspeak tight 'round my arms<br />

And smile to sleep<br />

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Then history pumped through the factory<br />

Polished to keep us disarmed to the teeth<br />

And reality dies with our memories<br />

Unless we capture it now with our ink and lenses<br />

That want truth like hopeless romantics<br />

Pirates sailing airwaves<br />

To ransack bottom-line synchophantics<br />

Give me the cutlass and toss their anchors in the atlantic<br />

And start telling our story