Another body lies in the streets but we shrug it off, turn our heads
Victims of progress, symptoms of technology
"Traffic s**s" we say
But someone lost their little girl today
Bodies strewn...life goes on
Families destroyed...life goes on
The saddest day...but life goes on
Can't regress to the days of old, won't let go of the tools of today
But is the cost for convienence too much to pay?
Her makeup now flows into the gutter, blood runs cold
As America speeds by to make it home for primetime TV