"Big Brother" lyrics
It's surface without purpose, it's depth without a meaning
It's primetime television, full of brainless people dreaming
So play the part and show your tits for maximum exposure
Enjoy it while it lasts, and cry your heart out when it's over
You sacrifice your private life in order to get mentioned
Anything to make sure you're the center of attention
It's all about the ratings, so bleed your little heart out
And if that doesn't do the trick, then get your private parts out
In the name of entertainment, it seems anything's accepted
Except that every single real emotion is neglected
The reality reflected and the conflicts instigated
Are childish provocations, artificially created
It's a shallow contribution
For the pacified consumer
Built on storyboard illusions
Planted plots, and evil rumors
You know I'm watching, so what you gonna do?
You better watch yourself, Big Brother's watching you
You know I'm watching, so what you gonna do?
You better watch yourself, Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Who the hell needs substance? We want a pretty surface
It's just a guilty pleasure that doesn't fill a purpose
'Cause seeing someone ridiculed in public is rewarding
As long as we're not part of it, it's always reassuring
What is it that drives someone to go to those extremes?
Young and dumb and full of cum, and full of hopes and dreams
Without a clue of what to do or what's a good decision
You fuck your life up randomly, with no sense of precision
It's a shallow contribution
For the pacified consumer
Built on storyboard illusions
Planted plots, and evil rumors
You know I'm watching, so what you gonna do?
You better watch yourself, Big Brother's watching you
You know I'm watching, so what you gonna do?
You better watch yourself, Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
It's primetime television, full of brainless people dreaming
So play the part and show your tits for maximum exposure
Enjoy it while it lasts, and cry your heart out when it's over
You sacrifice your private life in order to get mentioned
Anything to make sure you're the center of attention
It's all about the ratings, so bleed your little heart out
And if that doesn't do the trick, then get your private parts out
In the name of entertainment, it seems anything's accepted
Except that every single real emotion is neglected
The reality reflected and the conflicts instigated
Are childish provocations, artificially created
It's a shallow contribution
For the pacified consumer
Built on storyboard illusions
Planted plots, and evil rumors
You know I'm watching, so what you gonna do?
You better watch yourself, Big Brother's watching you
You know I'm watching, so what you gonna do?
You better watch yourself, Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Who the hell needs substance? We want a pretty surface
It's just a guilty pleasure that doesn't fill a purpose
'Cause seeing someone ridiculed in public is rewarding
As long as we're not part of it, it's always reassuring
What is it that drives someone to go to those extremes?
Young and dumb and full of cum, and full of hopes and dreams
Without a clue of what to do or what's a good decision
You fuck your life up randomly, with no sense of precision
It's a shallow contribution
For the pacified consumer
Built on storyboard illusions
Planted plots, and evil rumors
You know I'm watching, so what you gonna do?
You better watch yourself, Big Brother's watching you
You know I'm watching, so what you gonna do?
You better watch yourself, Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Big Brother's watching you
Writer(s): Bård Torstensen, Jocke Skog, Zak Tell
