In this faltering nation the future belongs
To the children in school, there's something wrong
6th grader on crack, handgun overflowing in his hand
Now he's just further demand
We search for the source and still that child is left watching inhumanity, bloodshed
As the televiolence feeds his head
Only if he knew the consequence of greed
A conscious state of mind, TV is not reality
Never a victim, the role model said
Bang bang, the bad guy is dead
Always a rockstar on empty TV
A lesson complete, now the child has needs
Of competition, they bleed
Oh beautiful for bills of green
Never mind spacious skies overhead
Bleed the earth and butter your bread
Only if he knew the consequence of greed
A conscious state of mind, what he sees is not reality
TV is not reality
