The News
The New's makes it look like everyone's dying.
The New's makes it look like nothing's alright.
And when you should watch it, you wonder who's dead-
than what could your Newscast have showed you instead.
And you go to your window and look out to see,
when surprised by the living that walk by with glee.
That you show off your smile that says their alive.
and you go on with living with others who thrive.
That you say life's worth living and feel for their love-
that the News wouldn't show you and built their lies of.
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