Block Of Ice en End Of The Line

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?