Shoot him down
Burn him alive
Gather 'round and watch him
Take his fall
As entertaining as it is
We watch it all
We watch it on and on
There's something wrong
If we're pleased in her cries
And we crowd up as if for a play
We're children who have laughed the same
We've all cried the same
Yes, some of us have gone astray
Still tainted by our own fears
But unless we see
Ourselves in them
We're just another killer
The things that leave us feeling wronged
How come those are that we
Pass along?
In circles we are lining up
But fail to tell when something's
Come back to us
There's something wrong
If we're pleased in her cries
And we crowd up as if for a play
We're children who have laughed the same
We've all cried the same
Yes, some of us have gone astray
Still tainted by our own fears
But unless we see
Ourselves in them
We're just another killer
And happiness
Is to you what it is to me
In calling them
The devil is not where the answer's been
Not throwing stones at him
Not reeling her in shame
Not murder of a name
Has set us free
Not changing minds with fear
Not hanging on display and making bets on lives
Like yours and mine
Are you sure that you're not him
Are you sure that you're not her
Are you sure that you're not them
In different shoes?