Cut the wire

You make me up, I shut the door
Don’t wanna hear it any more
Life can give many choices, why won’t you let me be

Tell me what you are thinking
Tell me something that explains
Why you’re [bad word] with my head and
Why people love to play

But there is no more business, just keep off from my life
You became a nasty habit, why won’t you fade away
 [bad word] 
Cut the wire, I am ending now this losing game
Use your brain, no more idol figures, synthetic pain
TV’s fever, a new kind of  appeal
Feeds your dreams of fame and fortune
Hypnotized by the screen

May be I’m not so lucky to enjoy a friendly hug
But I say it nice and slowly, you can kiss my [bad word] goodbye
You could think «paranoia, this guy’s really nuts»
But I can see that slowly it’s gonna paralyze your will

I take a look at the stories
That you’re showing week to week, but
I would feel more empowered, if I’d crash you with a brick
 [bad word]