In a world of agony, full of hate, we don't mind
The truth, besides turning into cash
Hunting we will go everyday for the news
That you watch in tears prime time of the day
Electronic eyes watching war
Terminates all the distance between
Flames and your living room
Ratings getting high as the deaths
Getting more brutal, more blood
We make money out of it!
40 dead - factoring
Suicide – cool drink
Plane crash – ready meal
Politics – good deal
God of rating captured every soul
Sinner minds paralysed
With fear of the decrease of the advertisings
Noone cares to speak the truth
All day exposed to the lies of the beautiful
Innocent looks in the screen on the lying box
Making me sick, feeling nouseaous
When i catch the smile when you pretend the sad
Man laying down dwad shot with a gun in the head
On the street, blood floating out to the ground
Vultures crowding down with their mikes and the cams
Hi-tec satellites sending to the evening press
Tv screams for the upcoming news
Of the most cruel terrorism history ever seen
After the news you can have little sex
And the legs and the tits of the girls in reality
Bloody hands advertise
Minority frenchise
Interrupting broadcast
With visions of holocaust
Don't expect
No respect