

(hmmm) You stand beneath the bright spotlight
And paint the world in black and white
Convenient outrage on the stage
But you skip the very first page
Where was your voice on October seven?
When families cried out to heaven
You chose a side for the applause
To sell out for a trendy cause
(where were you then?)
Two hundred lives dragged in the dark
But that didn't leave a single mark
On your curated point of view
When justice only applies to a few
Where was your voice on October seven?
When families cried out to heaven
You chose a side for the applause
To sell out for a trendy cause
(oh, where were you?)
History doesn't start in the middle
While you play your political fiddle A selective heart,
a hollow cry Ignoring how the embers fly
Convenient outrage on the stage
You skipped the first page (yeah)