Driven to Tears

How can you say that you're not responsible?

What does it have to do with me?

What is my reaction?

What should it be?

Confronted by this latest atrocity

Driven to tears, driven to tears, driven to tears

Hide my face in my hands, shame wells in my throat

My comfortable existence is reduced to a shallow, meaningless party

Seems that when some innocents die

All we can offer them is a page in some magazine

Too many cameras and not enough food

This is what we've seen

Driven to tears, driven to tears, driven to tears

Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

Protest is futile, nothing seems to get through

What's to become of our world? Who knows what to do?

Driven to tears, driven to tears, driven to tears

Driven to tears, driven to tears, driven to tears