Lyrics

You are part of a trinity Disposed to femininity In some ways disposed to insanity Defying logic in sanity Cold as the rain above A superseding love Like a hand in glove A superficial love Inside the plastic case Outlined in barcode Your voice compressed and equalized A superficial love I'll never see your face Behind compact and complex In the music magazine You ear industry And I thought that I could see through But there was nothing to look in to You are on the television, television, television You assist in my decision, my decision, my decision I read the books that you suggested At first I thought that it was insensitive An exercise, some exercise in creative writing I thought the content was sickly exciting And I thought that I could see through But there was nothing to look in to You are on the television, television, television You assist in my decision, my decision, my decision