Tragic Vision

In this faltering nation

The future belongs

To the children in school

There´s something wrong

Sixth grader on crack

Handgun overflowing in his hands

Now he is just further demand

We search for the source

And still that child is left watching

Inhumanity, bloodshed

As the tele-violence feeds his head

(Chorus)

Only if he knew

The consequence of greed

A contious state of mind

T.V. is not reality

Never a victim the role model said

Bang bang, the bad guy is dead

Always a rockstar on eMpty T.V.

The lesson complete

Now the child has needs

Of competition they bleed

Oh beautiful for bills of green

Nevermind spacious skies overhead

Bleed the earth and butter your bread

(Repead Chorus)

Chils turns on T.V.

What dose he see?

Nature of man, dishonesty

That child grows old

Story be told

As he sits behind bars

And his soul grows cold