Captive State

Compassion here is bought and sold but the publicity was sweet
As the faithful gather round their screens
To weep for one more nameless kid
Who died to make the faceless rich
Who died to make the faceless rich
We’re voiceless
In talent shows for media whores and idiots fighting fashion wars
A new religion for the poor where everything is bought and sold
As the worthless gather on their knees
In their sweatshops by the sea
To make the things that set them free
To make the things that set them free
We’re hopeless
We are — We’re hopeless
We are — We’re captive
No more