Pitchblende - Cyclorama lyrics

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<b>Cyclorama</b> by <i>Pitchblende</i><br />

Here's news you can't use, no bright ideas, no inspiration,

Or the best intentions

A story of half truths, watered down, no innovation, a flawed invention

It makes the head spin, a centrifuge

The circuit scrambles then blows it's fuse

Mixing metaphors, confusing tense

A vicious circle that never ends

Deserving reproof, censure worthy, unruly usage coerces repulsion

An edit frenzy too huge to file, too wide to hide, to red a herring

It lacks in reason, less common sense

At fever pitch ink melts and blends

Mixing metaphors, confusing tense

A vicious circle that never ends

A blue screen life, living in others scenes, takes where'd you rather be,

Shows you what you would rather see

Punched up on the psych, snaps you out of lethargy, image here is everything

Cyclorama