One dead, two dead, three dead, four dead,
Five dead, six dead, seven dead, eight dead
I feel sick inside
Of all the crap they shove on me
They smile polite
When they lie about the world I see
Billions of tears
Who cares about the life they live
They lose their heads
while we stuff our faces and forget
Come out tonight
I'll show you everything
Come out tonight
There's so much more
Switch off your mind
And let the info take control
The humankind
Will stay on top, remaining cold
We trust the words
They feed the need we have inside
We want the words
We want blood and guts and filthy lies