I'm taking orders from bored reporters.
They've got me locked down in my disorders.
And like a cigarette, a subtle suicide.
They're gonna say it more than once to get me thinking twice.
So take a load off and put the weight on, of a fear infested, press insinuation.
It's all to make me stop. But when am I gonna live?
Report on my time. You're not the author of my life.
In light. In light. In light, enlighten.
So taken soldiers, take up your orders.
Create for ratings you bored reporters.
"I've got a witness, who saw the witness, who saw the low down,
they've got a book now."
A level one's a ten, to get attention
"Drag a body from the grave and we'll beat it just to keep it bleeding"
No you will not take my joy. Making me afraid to walk out my door.
No news is good news they say. Anchors dropping your anchors, I cut away.
