Another body lies in the streets, but we shrug it off, turn our heads
  victims of progress, symptoms of technology
  "traffic sucks" we say
  but someone lost their little girl today
  
  bodies strewn... life goes on
  families destroyed... life goes on
  the saddest day... but life goes on
  
  can't regress to the days of old, won't let go of the tools of today
  but is the cost for convienence too much to pay?
  her makeup now flows in the gutter, blood runs cold
  as America speeds by to make it home for primetime TV