When good men do nothing
When you look in the eyes of an empty soul
And the eyes looking back look through you
Like there’s nothing you can offer that they can hold
It does something damaging to you
So you listen to a story that rips out your heart
Of suffering so bad you can’t share
Everyone that they trusted tore their whole world apart
Now they just think that nobody cares
And evidence says that their probably right
But they’re really no different to me though
They just slipped through the cracks in the cold of the night
Left to face alone, their Borodino
We spend billions on railways to speed-up the trips
Of our poor stressed out business commuters
While these people are dying and we don’t give a ****
What price lives over ******* computers
* Please add your own expletives (Mine were bad)