Shoot the Messenger Songtext
von A Tragedy in Progress

How does it feel destructing people's lives with the keys at your fingertips?
Spewing filth, dispensing lies, why does the truth never find your lips?
Praying for catalysts, you're playing god in this town
You've created an army of believers, i guess that makes us the damned
When your mouth starts running away, can you remember this?
You're taking food off the table, from mouths of hungry kids
How can this be freedom of speech when your words leave them oppressed?
I think it's time we shoot the messenger and let God sort out the rest
Shoot the messenger and let God sort out the rest
Shoot the messenger and let God sort out the rest
Black, white, read all over, does anyone have a guess?
The misinformed will seek out the truth no matter what your paper says


When your mouth starts running away, can you remember this?
You're taking food off the table, from mouths of hungry kids
How can this be freedom of speech when your words leave them oppressed?
I think it's time we shoot the messenger and let God sort out the rest
This is nothing more than propaganda
A modern tall tale wrapped up and delivered each day
Your ignorance drives the cause you advocate
And your influence leads them all astray
How does it feel destructing people's lives with the keys at your fingertips?
Spewing filth, dispensing lies, why does the truth never find your lips?
Praying for catalysts, you're playing god in this town
You've created an army of believers, i guess that makes us the damned