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You're in my world, you're on my turf
(perchance you've heard of me, I am your God now!)
Symbolism withstanding, patent is pending
(if the screen was a mirror, what would you see?)

Syndication is in syncranization,
the planets align towards your downfall!
Input overhall, in front of the 8-ball,
stabbed in the back with a silicon knife!

Broadcast in real time, straight down the phone line
(we'll take your poll, but we don't care about you!)
CNN responding, while MSNBC is reporting
(that all of your souls now are within my grasp!)

Syndication is in duplication,
just like the mafia, but without the laws!
FCC be damned, I'm straight from the mail-spam,
the government's watchdogs are ten years behind in technology!

AND I'M ALL OVER YOU!
YES, I'M ALL OVER YOU!

Who do you cry to, when you take the fall,
who do you run to, when it's we who stand tall!
We're in your credit card, we're in your home,
you can't run, you can't hide, you're never alone!



(Syndication...



Syndication...



Syndication...



Syndication...)



Don't say your sorry, you only invented us,
(and the markets all have my stock in green!)
Projected on the rise, soon to take over,
(electronic messiah moving, on the rise!)

Hello, world, you are in my display,
I am the marionette, your strings I will play!
The courts can't stop me, I'm the elite,
forsaken by the speed of light, you can't compete!



The program scans, syndication works user-free,
all runned and controlled by the ghosts in the machine...



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12/10/2007