I address all the scavengers
Who tug at the heartstrings
The sensational hunters
Vultures of trash TV
Who mix in the same shaker
Jews, skins, Nazis, Arabs
And shake it all really hard
So that the ratings climb even more
Merchants of emotions and tears
Simpering between two advertisements
Pity of circumstance
The eye fixed on the audience index
Reality-show, reality-show
I can already hear the crowd screaming
To death, we want blood flowing
Reality-show, reality -show
Hemoglobin on the lens
Fiction-reality, kif-kif
Reality-show, reality-show
At the game from the sprinkler watered
One day you will be overwhelmed
A stray bullet, a stab
Will come and hit you by chance
When you fall with your arms crossed
Put yourself facing the camera
That will make a score to break everything
What is called leaving in style ©
Reality-show, reality-show
I can already hear the crowd screaming
To death, we want blood to flow
Reality- show, reality-show
Hemoglobin on the lens
Fiction-reality, kif-kif
Reality-show, reality-show

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