Lamb of God
Chemicals coursing through his veins, a boy drifts into an endless sleep in front of a webcam broadcasting pixels byte by byte for all to see. The cops arrive, but he has long gone. In a distant land a thousand miles away, it is judgment day for an Argentinian man for crimes he may or may not have committed. The only thing that is certain is his love for his wife, and his subsequent draw of a pistol from his boot, emptying the smoking cartridge into his head before the live news cameras.
Is it only tragic if you're watching?
There was christ in the metal shellThere was blood on the pavementThe camera will make you godThats how jack became saintedIf you die when theres no one watchingAnd your ratings drop and youre forgottenIf they kill you on their tvYoure a martyr and a lamb of godNothings going to changeNothings going to change the worldThere was lennon and a happy gunThere were words on the pavementWe were looking for the lamb of godWe were looking for mark davidIf you die when theres no one watchingAnd your ratings drop and youre forgottenIf they kill you on their tvYoure a martyr and a lamb of godNothings going to change the world