Letra da Música: Paparazzi - Artillery

You bend it, you shape it, you squeeze and then you rape it
You just don’t know what you really do
For money, for power, each minute of the hour
You just can’t see that your lie shines through

A legend, a story, a fight for love and glory
Takes place all the time, according to the news
A picture, a photo, a close-up or a total
You just don’t care if a victim dies on you

A killer, a rapist, a dangerous escapist
You’d rather see the story, than see the justice to be done
A boozer, a junkie, a sex-molested monkey
I just don’t get it, is something wrong with you?

A winner, a sinner, a big expensive dinner
There is no end to your lack of common sense
A warzone, a dryzone, got people out of their home

A kill, a thrill, you don’t care if you lie
You have to sell, to keep your job alive
As cold as ice, you don’t care if they cry
There’s no remorse, even when they die

It’s on the streets, the press is loose
Everytime the day breaks through
The news today will make its way
And somehow find its way to you

A model, a rock star, the wrecking of a fast car
You get more famous when you’re dying on the news
A hijack, a stockcrack, a politician’s sexlack

A kill, a thrill, you don’t care if you lie
You have to sell, to keep your job alive
As cold as ice, you don’t care if they cry
There’s no remorse, even when they die

It’s on the streets, the press is loose
Everytime the day breaks through
The news today will make its way
And somehow find its way to you