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In a world of agony, full of hate, we don't mind The truth, besides turning into cash Hunting we will go everyday for the news That you watch in tears prime time of the day Electronic eyes watching war Terminates all the distance between Flames and your living room Ratings getting high as the deaths Getting more brutal, more blood We make money out of it! 40 dead - factoring Suicide – cool drink Plane crash – ready meal Politics – good deal God of rating captured every soul Sinner minds paralysed With fear of the decrease of the advertisings Noone cares to speak the truth All day exposed to the lies of the beautiful Innocent looks in the screen on the lying box Making me sick, feeling nouseaous When i catch the smile when you pretend the sad Man laying down dwad shot with a gun in the head On the street, blood floating out to the ground Vultures crowding down with their mikes and the cams Hi-tec satellites sending to the evening press Tv screams for the upcoming news Of the most cruel terrorism history ever seen After the news you can have little sex And the legs and the tits of the girls in reality Bloody hands advertise Minority frenchise Interrupting broadcast With visions of holocaust Don't expect No respect