Billions of souls
The media has stole
With weird practices
For me its all getting a little old

But for some they’re scared
Of the things they see
Its really weird how
A computer screen

Can make you believe
Theres something wrong with you
Its because to them its a game
The minorities they persecute

Well i can tell you one thing
The media will pay
Don’t worry about how i know this
But it will happen one day

They will be rotting and burning
And the ghosts will take their revenge
For they are controlling us
Into a state they send us

Look to god they may say
Maybe a counter of a makeup store
They know our weakness
On them they prey, exploit
This fact they adore

They practically love the fact
We are right where we are
They prey on our pain
Then tell us the cure can be bought at their makeup store

Well i can tell you one thing
The media will pay
Don’t worry about how i know this
But it will happen one day

They will be rotting and burning
And the ghosts will take their revenge
For the media preys on us
And the ghosts are our friends