Misdirected Mercy

(ahhhh) You hold the mic to ride the latest wave

Convenient anger for the path you pave

Forgot the match that lit the modern flame

No mention of the lives they came to claim October's victims faded

from your art A selective conscience,

a divided heart

Oh,

you sing for the crowd where the cameras glow But you skip

the first chapter to put on a show (yeah) A selective tear

for the stage you bought

Ignoring the spark where the fire was caught A

thrift shop moralist with words so cheap

While families mourn a loss so deep

You paint the picture with a single brush

On stolen lives you keep a sudden hush

The hostages forgotten in your rhyme A curated outrage for the present

time

Oh, you sing for the crowd where the cameras glow But you

skip the first chapter to put on a show (yeah) A selective

tear for the stage you bought

Ignoring the spark where the fire was caught

Convenient silence (mmmmm)