The Sound Of Muzak - Porcupine Tree

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 neutralise 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 wanna 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