The silver screen broadcasts format infotainment - the

Medium is the message and the message is lost

Or how Baghdad is becoming Hollywood. How the world

Turns to Sachalin with a smile

And how the company owns more rights than a human life

How people kill, we kill what we don't know and how

They sell it in a TV show

What world have we come to live in - what dreams are

Left to be dreamt? It's window shopping for the bold as

A confession to the beautiful

It's pret - a - porter for the ugly - It's fashion for

The faithful white collars, the grey suits of

Privatised emperialism

What when they come for your effigies, what when they

Come for your families

What when they call you an enemy and when they come for your home

Is this the world we've come to live in, Is this the

Life that you've been dreaming of - whoever we are

Whatever we do

We cannot calculate the time that's left for us to

Live. We have little choice left but to live the lives

We were born into.

You don't chose your family, you don't chose your

Friends, you don't chose the colour of your skin,

We don't chose our cast, we don't chose our burden, we

Just somehow get there and then we have to make it through.