Tekstovi: Channel 3. CH3. Better Days.

Poor baby, can't get to sleep
'Cause now no one's safe
Soul crushed by the TV screen
They went and killed your faith

You count the scars on the ceiling's face
You haunt the darkened rooms
So it can happen any time and place
The common sense of doom

You've seen death from above
And now murderous rage
Suspect mercy
These are your better days

Your innocence has always been your world
Your world's been attacked
You'll never close your eyes again
You want your innocence back?