How can you say that you're not responsible?
  What does it have to do with me?
  What is my reaction, what should it be?
  Confronted by this latest atrocity
    Driven to tears
    Hide my face in my hands, shame wells in my throat
  My comfortable existance is reduced to a shallow meaningless party
  Seems that when some innocent die
  All we can offer them is a page in a some magazine
  Too many cameras and not enough food
  'Cos this is what we've seen
    Driven to tears
    Protest is futile, nothing seems to get through
  What's to become of our world, who knows what to do
    Driven to tears