Revolution will not be televised,
Revolution will be nullified.
By the state, by the feed, by establishment,
While you sleep soothed by grim lullaby.

They chose idols of ancient origin,
It's not hidden -- they are glorified.
Have you had enough? Are you strong and kind
To embrace the pain of sight?

Wipe slate clean of your digital double?
Cut the tether of shiny black brick?
Open doors of your heart to all brothers?
Help them rise, heal all wounds, hear them speak?

Revolution will not be televised,
Revolution will be liked/disliked.
By your friend, by your kids, by the algorithm,
While you bathe in warm glow made of lies.

Summon Pythia living in plastic box,
She has answers is that what you seek?
I don't like, I don't star, I don't post no more.
Asking questions is my new motif.