Satan's Game show

Todays history will be forgotten
Unless a celebrity dies or a country drowns
Theirs something still that makes me wonder
Who decides who wares the crown

Hell splits open the center of the earth
Demons with cameras assault with gluttony
The man who died at home alone
Will be the last of whom they photograph

A famous actor, with a nose full of drugs
Get a quick snapshot
Of them drooling on the rug
If their not dead yet, you'll be the first to know
As Satan's the director of this miserable game show

City's in a blackout
The President was in a car crash
Twelve children die
Cremated to ash
Who do you think we stop to care for
We the people have lost are damn minds

Struck by lightning
Beat senseless with a bat
Raped in a back ally
Where were the cameras at

Tortured in a chamber
Locked in a cell
Will you remember the little girl
That drown in the well

Amputating fingers
severing heads
While were "safe" at home
Sleeping in our beds

Do you ever wonder what they don't tell us
Underestimating the voices power
With eyes glued to the TV
Lucifer's feeding our fascination