Flashing images of violence and murder
 All in the name of commercialism
 Reporting about violence,leisure and weather
 Without changing the tone of their voice
 They've constructed an information feed
 A feed unable to avoid, it's everywhere
 The news value is measured on a sensational scale
 To accommodate their economic prosperity

 I wipe away my eyes, not willing to see
 Not wanting to understand
 At least to stop is entering my mind

 In times of information draught
 Fabricated of exaggerated stories
 And lied fills your translucent pages
 A struggle for further economic prosperity
 Yet the blame is ours
 You're an unavoidable instance of our society
 You're just a consequence of our curiosity
 Profiting on an information-feed gone berserk

 I wipe away my eyes, not willing to see
 Unable to escape the sights
 Casting horrid shadows in my mind
 Shadows in my mind