[Intro: Guitar Riff and Fast Drums] [Verse 1] I turned on the TV, it started to bleed Blood dripping down, staring back at me I ditched my phone to escape the ads Every channel: disease and death! Crime after crime, disaster on repeat Fear in HD, pumped straight to my seat [Verse 2] I change the channel, blood still flows Different tragedy, same damn show Another body, another name Same red banner, different pain But wait — next channel, God is found You're saved if money hits the account [Bridge] (The breaking of the news is to break you!) [Chorus] (Blood is coming out of my TV!) Feeding my fear on every screen (Blood is coming out of my TV!) Can’t look away, it’s killing me (Blood is coming out of my TV!) To make us panic, can’t you see (Blood is coming out of my TV!) Manufacturing a new reality (Blood is coming out of my TV) BLOOD FOR PROFIT — GUARANTEED! [Riff with Short Solo] [Verse 3] They say it’s demand, but they control the supply Feed the fear, then ask why we’re terrified They sell the panic, frame the lie Then blame the crowd for buying the crime Is it what we want, or what we’re fed? If all you show is blood, the world stays red [Verse 4] The world outside feels like hell on display Where are the good ones? Where did they stay? Where’s solidarity? Where’s a helping hand? Not profitable enough — don’t fit the plan Hope doesn’t sell, kindness won’t trend So they bury the light and push the end [Bridge] (The breaking of the news is to break you!) [Chorus] (Blood is coming out of my TV!) Feeding my fear on every screen (Blood is coming out of my TV!) Can’t look away, it’s killing me (Blood is coming out of my TV!) To make us panic, can’t you see (Blood is coming out of my TV!) Manufacturing a new reality (Blood is coming out of my TV) Feeding my fear on every screen (Blood is coming out of my TV!) Can’t look away, it’s killing me (Blood is coming out of my TV!) To make us panic, can’t you see (Blood is coming out of my TV!) Manufacturing a new reality (Blood is coming out of my TV) BLOOD FOR PROFIT — GUARANTEED! [Outro] Turn it off — I wanna live.
