Letra Cyclorama de Pitchblende original

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