Final Product 

The media loves the latest tragic suicide 
They exploit it, then package it 
And profit from the people who die 

Look at the world, look at the [bad word] 
Look at the hate we've made 
Look at the final product, a world in slow decay 
I'm told that all your seeds are black 
I've learned the question is unanswered and opaque 

We're witnessing a famine of the innocent 
Did they die for religion or the government? 
Because if your god won't do
Their god will starve you

There are those that believe the world is ending again 
That impending Armageddon is inevitable and waiting 

The last survivor barely breathing 
Should [bad word] or will I fall? How have I survived it all? 

I'm told that all your seeds are black 
I've learned the question is unanswered and opaque 

We live in a time of revolution 
We swim the silent seas of sanity gone