They Call It NEWS

The drones are humming overhead
The news says many more are dead
We watch the rockets streak the sky
And wonder who will live or die

The screens are filled with bursts of light
We hear of raids that last all night
They say “precision” every hour
But houses crumble under power

They call it news, we call it pain
The tears fall hard like pouring rain
The war is more than what we’re shown
A world in pieces, blood and stone

We see the long lines at the gate
Where families learn their child’s fate
Body bags laid in careful rows
While grief is something no one shows

They count the losses on the air
As if the numbers make it fair
But every figure hides a name
A shattered life, a silent frame

They call it news, we call it pain
The tears fall hard like pouring rain
The war is more than what we’re shown
A world in pieces, blood and stone

The sirens wail, the cities shake
As walls and windows start to break
A child wakes crying in the dark
To echoes of a distant spark

We watch from couches far away
And change the channel for the day
Yet somewhere, under falling stone
A mother holds her child alone

They call it news, we call it pain
The tears fall hard like pouring rain
The war is more than what we’re shown
A world in pieces, blood and stone
They call it news, we call it pain
The tears fall hard like pouring rain
The war is more than what we’re shown
A world in pieces, blood and stone
The war is more than what we’re shown
A world in pieces, blood and stone

Dark rootsy, folk‑rock/Americana feel). 
Like The Band "Cripple Creek 
Upbeat tempo
Male singers