Deadeye

<br>To the thoughts of the many from the minds of the few<br>Voice of reason, censored view<br>The truth is the News and the News is the truth<br>As if that`ll do as a lame excuse for<br>Killing the slavers, taking the slaves<br>Burying the dead, then robbing the graves<br>Stealing the modesty from heroes brave<br>Making the tears gush like waves<br><br>Ch: Deadeye watches, still the killing carries on<br>To the rhythm of the gunfire and the voices of concern<br>Deadeye claims to be some conscience for us all<br>But I was never born to be some fly upon the wall <br><br>Window dressing and the tinsel wreath<br>Stealing the pity and the widow`s grief<br>Sentimental with a furrowed brow<br>Pinning the heart on the blooded sleeve <br><br>Ch: Deadeye watches, still the killing carries on . . .<br><br>And yes I`ve crouched beneath the glow - dazzled by it all<br>But this is not the world I know or people I recall. <br>To the thoughts of the many from the minds of the few:<br>Voice of reason, censored view<br>A little knowledge is a dangerous thing<br>Here is the butterfly, here`s the wing <br><br>Ch: Deadeye watches, still the killing carries on . . .