Exit Music (For a Film) by Radiohead

The Silver Screen, like velvet, pulls away
and begins to envelope me.
It forces my mouth open and I taste...

I taste the choking of the overdosed blonde bombshells.
I taste the burning rubber and smashed steel of rebels.
I taste...

I taste the real life, as it should be lived, seen
on the Silver Screen.

The credits roll and my heart breaks.

The simulacra becomes dreams becomes reality.
Leaving reality a shoddy backdrop from before technicolor.

The Silver Screen is the mother of us all.
Our nature and nurture.
It taught us all the emotions that make us human.

Love.
Anger.
Happiness.
Hate.

The Silver Screen raises us then leaves.
Leaves our child bodies for the wolves to choke on.