I can't bear to listen to the stories or the score.

I know that in every turn there will be more.

Of all the lies and twists and turns that define

What good is truth that's spun and spinning out of line?

I can't bear to wonder any more who's right.

Or who's a bigger liar or dirty dealing in the night.

And what exactly is the headline story of today?

"I can't wait to see who's next in line to win" they say.

Or who got voted off the island and who will stay.

Because that is the only thing we pay attention to.

As god forsaken media embraces fear and murders truth.

So that no one hears us screaming from the bottom of the pit.

Running in circles with our scissors, head phones on…I can't bear it.