lyrical.

Planning a sick piano beat for this. Rough draft ONLY.

Who cares about the nameless?

Why bother with the faceless?

At the end of the day,

I have my money in the bank.

It isn't my problem.

No, never, no no,

Not my problem.

Should it matter they're infected?

Did I die when they disconnected?

On the other end of the line,

I'm just another kid that tried.

It isn't your problem.

No, never, no no,

Not your problem.

The politician's got beautiful eyes,

And he tells believable lies,

So at the turn of the century,

He can't really blame me.

It isn't his problem.

No, never, no no,

Not his problem.

She saw what loving did to them,

And turned away from what they'd been,

When they told her she was battered,

She took a look and said it didn't matter.

It isn't her problem.

No, never, no no,

Not her problem.

The nameless go silently, the faceless go quietly, the infected die lonely.

And the disconnected don't come back.

The beautiful eyes look away, the beautiful lies let suffering stay.

Love is the only way to put healing on the fast track.

Yours, mine, his, hers,

Bad news we've all heard.