Glare

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