Nosebleed Section - Hostage Calm
Standing at a distance
Collecting measured empty fiction
Syndicated day time faces
Spin the world into their favor
And there's dead air on the airwaves
The news at six a foolish fix
A comfort from the working shift
The vehicle to rubberneck
At the cars crashed miles away
We gawk we tread
We count the number dead
Commercials for the coming war
Watch the ratings soar
This is what I strain to see
Standing at a distance