They spend their days in Mylar towers
In castles made of laser light
They look down their plastic noses
At the sorry slaves below
They mate in test tubes
Sleep in cryogenic pods
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Breathe monoxide fumes
Staring at you
With electric eyes
Do you feel them
When you're on the screen
Watching you in HD
Storing it on DVD
Upgrading you to LCD
Making you a plasma screen
Every move fascinates
The gods in narcoleptic dreams
Their nightmares make the news
Their fantasies become reality
Watch them fly
With polyester wings
Those Spandex jumpsuits
Holding their Botoxed skin
Perched like raptors
Yet they go unnoticed
The American gods you hold dear
The American gods you can't forget
In castles made of laser light
They look down their plastic noses
At the sorry slaves below
They mate in test tubes
Sleep in cryogenic pods
Read HTML script
Breathe monoxide fumes
Staring at you
With electric eyes
Do you feel them
When you're on the screen
Watching you in HD
Storing it on DVD
Upgrading you to LCD
Making you a plasma screen
Every move fascinates
The gods in narcoleptic dreams
Their nightmares make the news
Their fantasies become reality
Watch them fly
With polyester wings
Those Spandex jumpsuits
Holding their Botoxed skin
Perched like raptors
Yet they go unnoticed
The American gods you hold dear
The American gods you can't forget
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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