Piles of bodies strewn all around me
this act of terrorism frightens and confounds me
and before my bestfriend's laid to rest
Channel 3 wants interviews, psychologists want tests

(chorus)
Try to make sane from insane
You don't care about the pain
To you it's just another media game
You want a million answers, I have one
If you loved him like a son
maybe he would not have resorted to the gun

You wanna know what was the final straw
What pushed them to the edge and made them do it all
All these answers I don't care and I don't need
I just want to sleep at night and not see my friends bleed