Sent from news rooms, straight to television sets, to show you what is wrong
Catch this bullet with my face Now were making such a mess

Were so organized in every way, but never let it show
Its what were all about this time
These hands will break if they try to hold us down
Im sure all this is fate

Sent from stereos to let your ears tune-in
All acquaintances in this now are dead
Now this heart is chained without a key for its lock
Sing for empathy

Were so organized in every way, but never let it show
Its what were all about this time
These hands will break if they try to hold us down
Im sure all this is fate

I mask every moment with a smile hoping youll pass me by