Oh, Ads!

I never want to see myself inside another advertisement again

I'm not a data point nor a representation but they've got my number

And they get inside of my head

Oh your sweet imitation keeps never making me whole

Con-figure-eight these alien waves to your mold

Well they got me living in a trance-cendant state where it all made sense

Where you just gotta buy it and wait for the world to collapse

Go to the forefront of the static! There arises a jingle!

Their color coded and arcane symbols steal my attention

And then they slip it in!