Dead Kids and Dollar Signs Lyrics

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