Emotions come crashing down on me the daily injection of tragedy and behind the scenes you can see the coyotees "bucks" in their eyes, rubbing their hands They won´t get me, i close the door transform my heart into a block of ice not my affair, no i don´t care it´s just a show and i´ve realized And when the tears run down her face they take a closer look gloat over her pain, she´s just a money-machine hypocrisy for the quotes, i wonder if they feel ashamed do they sleep well at nights, are they haunted when they dream?