Outside my bedroom window No, don't stop me Let me continue We spin too fast as we enter into this new venue I'm looking back at the TV Stepping back as it puts off a real heat From buildings burning People dying Some official lying Who watch the watchers, leaders Leading men into destruction Seeks out their god to save them But he's the one Who wrote the instructions Don't think I like this station Look in my eyes Can't you see the frustration Stare into the television guide Every single day Is it me or the way I comb my hair Is it me or the kind of clothes I wear Is it me who looks so ugly Possibly if I wear some shades It'll stop the glare Outside my bedroom window Holiest sounds of children's play People get slayed every six seconds of every day I hear some woman praying In her arms her only son is laying In a puddle of blood It's senseless While bombs rip apart the defenseless Who builds the bombs that shatter Children's arms and what does it matter We focus on the now Remind ourselves We are right