I'm sicker than sick
A selfish hedonist
Admired yet frowned upon
Like a spit covered ****
Maintaining my innocence
Through denial, my head picks
Up on things, but only what it wants
I see the world for what it is
The blind leading any and all
Sick enough to follow

Then my brain regurgitates it
in to something a little easier to swallow

My sleep is crowded
With recurring nightmares
Of failing Grade 12 French;
Standing naked and exposed;
Seeing the one you love
Love someone else;
The anxiety of an empty back pocket;
Swerving cars,
Crap falling from planes;
The inevitable chase and stumbling
Just ahead of the apocolypse.
The morning daymare news
Is definitely more frightening,
The end times more certain.

Headlines, deadlines, quotes, replies
Feelings, dealings, truths and lies

Words of encouragement, words of trust
Stories, scandals, fuelled by lust

Paper, vapour, sound and mouth
Questions causing fear and doubt

“Media” – propaganda, facades and fronts
Changing thoughts in changing months

Opinions, minions, priming, deceit
Selling , telling, triumph, defeat

Leering, jeering, whisper, scream
The word noose bound to **** a dream

Amidst the stories carefully told
The media waits to buy your soul.

Who is gonna be the last one to forget this day?
Who is gonna be the first one to forget?
When all the demonstrations have died away
and there are no news articles left

Who is gonna be the last one to forget this day?
when no more pictures are shown on the tv
When no one has anything to say
and the event becomes dust in history

Who is gonna be the last one to forget this day?
When the radio goes silent and still
When no one has time to pray
When we ignore action we told them we would fulfill

Who is gonna be the last one to forget this day?
When indifference has damaged our head
and the only ones keeping the memories at bay
Are those still mourning the dead

Who is gonna be the last one to forget this day?
When the rubble has been rebuilt
When peace has once again been displayed
and we lose track of responsibility and guilt

Who is gonna be the last one to forget this day?
When the story does not touch us anymore
and the event seems unimportant and gray
Until it happens once more

Who is gonna be the last one to forget this day?
Will it be you or me?
Who will still remember the scars in their hearts
When no one else wants to see

Let's not talk about the world today,
Switch off the news.
Ignore what other people say,
Just sit with me right here and stay,
To sing the blues.

Let's not talk about the world today,
It's tragic state.
Some countrys oh, so awful plight,
The people there who love to fight,
And love to hate

Let's not talk about the world today,
The way it be.
Don't listen to the news at ten,
Or the war reporters pen,
Just stay with me,
And let's not talk about the world...

Two years of age,
Supposed to be playing,
But stuck in a "cage",
Doesn't know how,but she's praying,
Tears running,eventually drying,
But starting all over again,
She can't stop crying,
She's locked up for no gain -
Just because she's an albino,.
She's so innocent she doesn't even know,
Its not her fault!
Just at two she's been through a lot,
More than anything,she needs love,
She deserves love,
The amount of melanin has nothing to do with levels of being human,
Because in the first place there's no level of being human,
We all inhale and exhale oxygen and carbondioxide (respectively),
We were all born,
And we'll all die,
No one is more or less important.

It's the next killing already.
The scene has changed.

The camera is up in the guy's face.
He's tilting back in the car-seat
with his eyes closed and his arms back behind him.
The media is leaning their heads and their questions
as far over the yellow and black tape as they can,
and the killer is smiling.

Flash to the victim.
Little girl.  Age 10.
A little overweight maybe and her cheeks are too red.
Her glasses are too round for her face
and it makes her look even fatter.
But she was on her way back from
a youth group.  He lived right next door.

Death
without jury.  Down with the hammer, and justice
is served.

Flash to the family crying.
They're acting all prudish,
declining to interview.
A voice dubs over,
speculating
on the nature of her molestation
as someone shoves their microphone
into the mother's face.

Back to reporter.
He's fluttering eyes with the killer.
His sympathy comes
oozing out of the speakers.
It's all on my fingers
and I ask him how much I should swallow.

You got what you asked for
You and I don´t talk anymore
I graced you with my abscence
While they laughed at my expense

I don't know why love ends
I can't answer their questions
I'm waiting for this hurt to ease
I just want my feelings in peace

Time goes by, rumours fly
Soon we'll be old news
You catch my eye, you pass me by
It was nice to know you

You got what you asked for
You fell in love and you found a cure
You were never the same again
You still owe me compassion

I don't want to know what they say
Nothing like gossip to fill a rainy day
You always liked your friends cold
I bet you say it´s all my fault

Time goes by, rumours fly
Soon we'll be old news
You catch my eye, you pass me by
It was nice to know you