Blue lights flashing, strategically placed,
strangers searching for a familiar face,
today terror takes on a whole new meaning;
an echo of the victims' voices screaming.
Passing the lights with a tear in my eye,
filled with fear, I am afraid to die.
The evil of ignorance makes you paranoid,
While curled up in bed, escaping the noise.
Blame the media. It's your addiction.
It heals the pain of the damage that it's done.
In this life, don't believe what you've read.
As you protect your heart, he gets into your head.
Children, in school, see their classmates fall.
It's getting hard to remember them all.
Others are numb from knowing the news.
But as depressing as it is, it's hard to refuse.
You become catatonic from what you hear;
a melody of myster whispered in your ear.
"Do you believe in god**?" he says. When you look, he's gone.
He's come to collect, and it won't be long.
Blame the media. It's your addiction.
It heals the pain of the damage that it's done.
In this life, don't believe what you've read.
As you protect your heart, he gets into your head.
A twisted body cries out for protection.
The Governor is worried about re-election.
The newspaper print is in need of correction;
a tragic story of natural selection.
An artist would paint our lives moving on,
preoccupied with money, with occupation,
with a smile on your face until the next guy's shot;
his blood on your face in a parking lot!
Blame the media. It's your addiction.
It heals the pain of the damage that it's done.
In this life, don't believe what you've read.
As you protect your heart, he gets into your head.
*You can also find this published in the Richard Bland College annual Creative Magazine of Mnemosyne (2003) THEY'RE FREE FOR STUDENTS SO GO PICK ONE UP!!!*
**Not in reference to any God...it merely comments on the fact that he thought he was a god.