Filming The Tragedy Silent Rage

Take a look around you

At the celluloid newsman's comedy

Obstruction of a world in progress

Dying at the hands of Technology

Will tomorrow's eyes open to see

The thin line of truth and sanity

The dying eyes behind the scenes obscured

By a cardboard world of reality

The media moshes frantically

To deliver what the people will buy

Inter the bones and feed them the meat

They'll swallow it whole with no questions.

The script is in

Race to the scene

Reporting the Agony

Eyewitness,

Camera madness

Filming the Tragedy

Swallow your pride

Make up the time

The theater curtains rise

The audience stares

They're part of the show

A play in morality

Bomb scare, make it aware

There's nothing here to dread

The bombs are red, the armies bled

But your eyes only rattle your head

Terror strikes a chord within

The world is a great madhouse

But rest assure, you need not worry

It has nothing to do with you.

Scandal is in

Fact is a sin

Making a strategy

Eyewitness,

Camera madness

Filming the Tragedy

Swallow your pride

Make up the time

The theater curtains rise

Look past the screen

This is your scene

Watch your own mortality.

The reporters are the producers

Directors have an empty set

There's no acting, no lines to remember

This one's for real

Wrap u the story, this one's a print

Hold the press we're coming in

A cynical layout hiding the truth

Absorbing the absent minded youth

It's a fast world in a fast lane

Live by the minute not by the day

Stick out your arm for another fix

As we tip our hats to the editor's kiss.

The script is in

Race to the scene

Reporting the Agony

Eyewitness,

Camera madness

Filming the Tragedy

Swallow the pride

Make up the time

The theater curtains rise

And the audience stares

It's part of the show

Programming brutality.

When the doors were broken

I locked it from my mind

A cattle drive on society

I dared not speak the plight.

To speak one's mind among us

To burn as heretics

Language of a forgotten age

Now just decadence.

There's no one left to stop the siege

No one to speak up against the spree

I grit my teeth as they take them away

Run for cover now, they're coming for me

Too late for someone to preach the sane.

Ridding the land of their own kind

And replace them with people of steel

To raise a new breed of man

That cowers and caters to wills.

There is no place for the weak

They only slow the plan

And the children of these diseased

Will be trained to work the land.

There's no one left to stop the siege

No one to speak up against the spree

I grit my teeth as they take them away

Run for cover now, they're coming for me

Too late for someone to preach the sane

And no one to raise a hand for me

I held my tongue now they hold my fate.

There's no one left to stop the siege

No one to speak up against the spree

I grit my teeth as they take them away

Run for cover now, they're coming for me

Too late for someone to preach the sane

And no one to make a stand for me

I held my tongue now they hold my fate

Behold my fate.