I turn on my TV every day And sit counting the dead we celebrate I cannot believe what density People selling a new philosophy Tragic Our love of life lost Talking money made Ecstatic Only balk at the cost Someone else has paid After the story runs we'll forget you one by one Lie Covering endless details Fabricating the whole tale wholesale Lie Audience and ad revenue Blur what is false and what is True in The careless camera A bought mouth and biased eye Ruin Impartial media Watch integrity die All blame, no shame Sensationalize pain Condense nonsense Fear and death entertain What the fuck? Control Fear breeds obedience The powerful elevate their place Ten fold In each public tragedy A golden opportunity Trade in your rights to feel a little more safe From a magnified threat you feel you can't escape And in the process Do less Live less Be less than you are for their benefit Are we so bored to never see the light inside the storm? Are we so dull to never flinch one inch when triggers pull? Are we so scared to admit that life itself is unprepared? Are we so dumb to embrace the armchair gods we have become? They hunt dead kids to sell And pay their parents to spill the tale They prey on the insecurities Of indolent viewers too inured to think And they'll tell you that you're going to die Or lose all your money or all of your rights And they'll tell you just to sit right there While they keep cashing in on your fear |
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