jamming out of lines

The lies, the lies, the lies

We don't seem to get it less

Everyday we will hear the beats

Jamming up the airwaves and prints

The sound engines revving up

The whirring of bullets fly

The screams of somebody falling

The drumbeats of death in our eyes

The crimes of passion

The crimes of silencing critics

The draconian laws to protect leaders

They are afraid to face the music

The business rivalries and gangs

There is no harmony in the end

Sharing the field to take a smaller cut

But greed overrides give and take

The lies, the lies, the lies

It flies high and low in our minds

But we know there is trouble brewing

When leaders keep telling out of lines