porcupine tree
the sound of muzak
Hear the sound of music Drifting in the aisles Elevator Prozac Stretching on for miles  The music of the future Will not entertain It's only meant to repress And neutralize your brain  Soul gets squeezed out Edges get blunt Demographic Gives what you want  Now the sound of music Comes in silver pills Engineered to suit you Building cheaper thrills  The music of rebellion Makes you want to rage But it's made by millionaires Who are nearly twice your age  One of the wonders of the world is going down It's going down I know It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares No-one cares enough