News from the front

Blood is a river flowing darkly
amidst the tangled roots of the tall shining city.
Crazy flowing man tide migrations,
engorge the big ventricle of heartbroken America.

So many heaven hoping, hopeful groping breathers,
all tap together quietly and desperately in unison,
hey, hey, hey, is anybody listening?

News from the front,
news from the front,
we're living in troubled times,
so many fighting for their lives.
Why do the troops despise the news from the front?

Ignorance is the root of fear,
fear is the kindling of anger,
war is the bringer of shame,
but never has the burden lain so heavily upon the victim.

Rage and desolation, pain and loneliness,
isn't it all alarmingly familiar?
Hey, hey, hey, silence is a killer.

News from the front,
news from the front,
yeah, these are troubled times.
How many more will have to die before
the governors can't deny the news from the front?

Break down the barriers,
ally the carriers,
what is your motivation?
Take a good look in the mirror.

News from the front,
news from the front,
so many are fighting for their lives.
How many more will have to die?
Why does the government decry the news from the front?