Message to the Media
You've been begging for praise
Trying to make yourself better than the great
Well now it's over for us the damage is already done
You pulled the trigger on another man's gun
Well I don't get your futile games
And I don't get your callow ways
You don't fool me just the rest
I don't know how to explain, it doesn't mean nothing
To you it's just business, to you it's a task
Your people are dying
But you just turn your back
You can't tell me how to live my life
There's no one more twisted than you
There's no affection, only money on your mind
All your pawns think of sorrowed suicide
Don't get how people call you sane
Cus' you're enjoying others pain now
I know you do
I don't know how to explain, it doesn't mean nothing
To you it's just business, to you its a task
Your people are dying
But you just turn your back
Well all this damage that you've done
You blame on pills and puerile fun
You don't fool me just the rest
I don't know how to explain, it doesn't mean nothing
You don't stop the crying, you don't stop the pain
You're too busy laughing
While people die in vain
Don't get how people call you sane
This life you've forced on us is pain now
Forced not on you
I don't know how to explain, it doesn't mean nothing
To you it's just business, to you it's a task
Your people are dying
But you just turn your back
Trying to make yourself better than the great
Well now it's over for us the damage is already done
You pulled the trigger on another man's gun
Well I don't get your futile games
And I don't get your callow ways
You don't fool me just the rest
I don't know how to explain, it doesn't mean nothing
To you it's just business, to you it's a task
Your people are dying
But you just turn your back
You can't tell me how to live my life
There's no one more twisted than you
There's no affection, only money on your mind
All your pawns think of sorrowed suicide
Don't get how people call you sane
Cus' you're enjoying others pain now
I know you do
I don't know how to explain, it doesn't mean nothing
To you it's just business, to you its a task
Your people are dying
But you just turn your back
Well all this damage that you've done
You blame on pills and puerile fun
You don't fool me just the rest
I don't know how to explain, it doesn't mean nothing
You don't stop the crying, you don't stop the pain
You're too busy laughing
While people die in vain
Don't get how people call you sane
This life you've forced on us is pain now
Forced not on you
I don't know how to explain, it doesn't mean nothing
To you it's just business, to you it's a task
Your people are dying
But you just turn your back
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Writer(s): Samuel Barker
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