Headlines shift from murder to pop culture
I can't make sense of it
Headlines shift from massacre to laughter
I can't make sense of it
Headlines shift from despair to just hot air
I can't make sense of it
Can't make sense of it
Can't make sense of it
This world is a series of autopsy photos
Examine and look, not look away
They're placed in front of our faces
Every morning of every day
Headlines shift from murder to pop culture
I can't make sense of it
Headlines shift from massacre to laughter
I can't make sense of it
Headlines shift from despair to just hot air
I can't make sense of it
Can't make sense of it
Can't make sense of it
Everything gets weaponized
Everything is greed
Empty vessels for the bigger picture
Blurred lines come off the screen
Your protest song is lacking hooks
So here's some shit, repeat
As our rights are ripped away
How does it feel to be free?
This world is a series of autopsy photos
Examine and look, not look away
They're placed in front of our faces
Every morning of every day
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