Emotions come crashing down on me
the daily injection of tragedy
and behind the scenes you can see the coyotees
"bucks" in their eyes, rubbing their hands
They won´t get me, i close the door
transform my heart into a block of ice
not my affair, no i don´t care
it´s just a show and i´ve realized
And when the tears run down her face
they take a closer look
gloat over her pain, she´s just a money-machine
hypocrisy for the quotes, i wonder if they feel ashamed
do they sleep well at nights, are they haunted when they dream?
