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behind the screen (fire, violence, television)
good news is the nonexistant, feed us something terrible today
it's as if we've been poisoned, but we enjoy every minute
all the suffering, it's like we're watching a parade
we stop and look at every death, it's morbid but so majestic
screaming, rather than dreaming, tell the truth to the blind man
we wish he could have seen them bleeding
dying, rather than living, taking everything in the name of god
he wishes he could see what he's giving
fire and violence on the television screen
and we're watching the scene from the inside
death and destruction on every channel
there's everywhere to run, but nowhere to hide
you never understand them until they die on the front page
and then soon enough, they're yesterday's news
thrown down the chute and recycled into tomorrow's news
where yet another person will establish a grave
and their claim to fame that came too late
we walk in shadows, falling victim every step of the way
all so ugly and lifeless, it takes a camera just to make us alive
if life has its ups and downs, we're all living at a lower elevation
a few minutes of happiness or glory, then back down for the remainder
the tv screen, the public eye, only a few people like you until you die
televised hate, and the american dream, nobody here will let you scream
but what lies behind the screen?
wake up from the american dream, wake up from the american dream
everyday we kill ourselves, but live to see another day
you know, we're all the best people behind the screen
but you'll wish you'd be somewhere else, once you see the way inside
once you know the path directly to the core
and you'll run the corridors, over and over in your head
until you're dead, and one with the dream, and inside the screen
the american dream.
