Fire up the propaganda mills

We're going in for the kill

Just as recklessly as before

I've seen you as you've filled the streets

With slogans and careless poetry

And I know how little it all means

Bodies overflowing my front page

Bodies crowding towards the center stage

Bodies pile higher everyday

Bodies all swear they got something to say

Ringing in with what I don't care about

I know your ego's whereabouts

And you're too fickle for me to mind

You see the blood that's being shed

You raise your voice but nothing's said

Just another body whose voice will fade