Genocider

I heard the newsman telling lies Through his satellite Mouthpiece for the king, his pockets lined I watched the cops break down the line At least I watched them try Still the revolution never tired They say They're looking out for me and you They say There's nothing more that we can do But I don't think they're telling the truth (Perspective wretched and skewed) My telephone tells another story (How can there be any good in you?) I wish that we could think this through There's medicine in feeling this empty To recognize the things that we do That maybe I'm a villain to you But maybe you're a killer too How did you think we wound up here? (The rubble of a broken home) Why won't you look at your hands? (A child crying out for his mom) The people that you abandoned (A bombshell on a hospital) They'll never come back home I'm finished walking on this tightrope You bought up every word the dogs said And fell asleep upon your soft bed A fucking sponsor to the bloodshed There's crocodile tears on your face You genocider with your suitcase And I'm complicit in the arms race