Measured words and a faithless kiss from men who rule with iron fists

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