Track : SUICIDAL EMPATHY (Propaganda Mix)
All Lyrics Written by : JAMES GIBSON
All music including vocals created & arranged with the assistance of A.I tools.
All music, lyrics, images, content & Legion of James logo ©️ copyright James Gibson 30/9/26
Lyrics:
Clean hands, clear conscience,
that's the image on display.
A good cause makes a good excuse —
when facts get in the way.
The right words in the right order,
the right outrage on display.
Say you care about the vulnerable...
and doubt just gets in the way.
A story lands... the anger starts.
The verdict comes for free.
No time is spent on what is true —
if truth is hard to see.
Spoon-fed propaganda,
never questioning why,
Too scared to face reality,
believing all the lies,
Certain in their virtue despite the truth before their eyes—
Now the damage is done...
and the dead can't reply.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
The virtue is the lie.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Is the hill on which they die.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Never question reasons why.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Is the cause of our demise.
One side gets all the sympathy.
The other gets the blame.
The reasons for the first are heard;
the damage gets a name.
A warning becomes an insult.
A question becomes hate.
The person raising the concern...
is put on trial at the gate.
That keeps the conscience nice and clean.
No awkward facts to face.
No need to ask what follows when
good intentions lose their place.
Spoon-fed propaganda,
never questioning why,
Too scared to face reality,
believing all the lies,
Certain in their virtue despite the truth before their eyes—
Now the damage is done...
and the dead can't reply.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
The virtue is the lie.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Is the hill on which they die.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Never question reasons why.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Is the cause of our demise.
Compassion matters. So does judgement.
Both should have a place.
Without the second, empathy
can turn to blind embrace.
the distinction gets ignored
when sympathy takes hold.
The story needs a simple side...
and simple stories get told.
Spoon-fed propaganda,
never questioning why,
Too scared to face reality,
believing all the lies,
Certain in their virtue despite the truth before their eyes—
Now the damage is done...
and the dead can't reply.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
The virtue is the lie.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Is the hill on which they die.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Never question reasons why.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Is the cause of our demise.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
The virtue is the lie.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Is the hill on which they die.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Never question reasons why.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Is the cause of our demise.
A country can be generous
and still have room to spare.
A culture can make room for more
without erasing what is there.
Yet raising that question now
can bring a sharp offence.
The concern gets judged before
the argument makes sense.
And so the same old trick repeats:
judge the motive, not the claim.
If the speaker can be made suspect...
the facts don't need a name.
Spoon-fed propaganda,
never questioning why,
Too scared to face reality,
believing all the lies,
Certain in their virtue despite the truth before their eyes—
Now the damage is done...
and the dead can't reply.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
The virtue is the lie.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Is the hill on which they die.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Never question reasons why.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Is the cause of our demise.
Spoon-fed propaganda,
never questioning why,
Too scared to face reality,
believing all the lies,
Certain in their virtue despite the truth before their eyes—
Now the damage is done...
and the dead can't reply.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
The virtue is the lie.
SUICIDAL EMPATHY!
Is the hill on which they ....DIE!
All music, lyrics, images, content & Legion of James logo ©️ copyright James Gibson 30/9/26