Director's Cut
Not the red bloodstream, not the horrid scream's
Meant to stir up my sensitive daydream
I am injected against the infected
Fictional world so feed the real junk you spread
Chorus:
Why do I have to see them play god
In their own repulsive game?
Why isn't it an act of violence
When I'm forced to bear this lame sight
of nauseating lives?
Applause for each fake prize!
Another lost icon bleak the horizon
Nothing's left there to choose or to laugh on
Soon to be lamented turn the so talented
Shit we all find so amusing and we have bred
The dosage is up high
Now I can feel them inside
The heroes come to life
And pierce my eyes open wide
The uncut hypocrite
becomes the role model for
me and my friend, we sit
and wait for every new uproar
The mindless humanware
becomes the role model for
me and my friend, we stare
at a scene far worse than any gore