Glare - Die Warzau

Outside my bedroom window

No, don’t stop me

Let me continue

We spin too fast as we enter into this new venue

I’m looking back at the TV

Stepping back as it puts off a real heat

From buildings burning

People dying

Some official lying

Who watch the watchers, leaders

Leading men into destruction

Seeks out their god to save them

But he’s the one

Who wrote the instructions

Don’t think I like this station

Look in my eyes

Can’t you see the frustration

Stare into the television guide

Every single day

Is it me or the way I comb my hair

Is it me or the kind of clothes I wear

Is it me who looks so ugly

Possibly if I wear some shades

It’ll stop the glare

Outside my bedroom window

Holiest sounds of children’s play

People get slayed every six seconds of every day

I hear some woman praying

In her arms her only son is laying

In a puddle of blood

It’s senseless

While bombs rip apart the defenseless

Who builds the bombs that shatter

Children’s arms and what does it matter

We focus on the now

Remind ourselves We are right