I have no mouth yet I must scream

Wish I had the strength of character to tell you how I feel
Wish you had the sense to look behind the censor on your screen
When all I ask for is that we reach out for the things we see in dreams
But this machine is just too big: I have no mouth yet I must scream
 
I see your vacant stare at bodies meshed together on your screen
Desensitised and listless; paralysed in your pornnui
Deafened by the sound of moaning – missed the tolling of the bell
And all this crap they’re selling you will drag you straight down into hell
 
Catch the stink of something rotten here -
Don’t  you   think you deserve more?
Can’t  you  read the writing on the wall?
Don’t  you  see that this means war?
 
If every headline that you read is breeding something to abhor
They sold their principles, they’re not invincible they are just whores
Ignore the consequences; let them stretch the long reach of their hate
How many innocents must bleed to feed the jackal at your gate?
 
The title is, of course, from the short story by Harlan Ellison. It's a terrific little horror story; read it and maybe you'll see why the song is so titled.