ChiAn crying for Diana By ChiAn That's what the news said, Selling another hundred million copies. When will they stop? Why? Why are they not guilty? The press is to be trialed for murder. All those who have chased the truth About this royal debacle, May they be cursed, may they be thrashed, I felt as a criminal, knowing this tragedy For what? I ask, for what? Who would like to be Diana? Who would like to be Dodi? The D lovers losing life for privacy They would never find, the Press Monster, What does it matter to anyone if Diana was wearing rose panties? What does it matter to anyone if Dodi was keeping six concubines? He was rich, he was amorous, he had everything. She was rich, she was happy, she had nothing, Nothing of what she had inherited, blown up by gossip mongrels, They were victims of another kind, Camera flashes, microphones and note pads, The journalistic Iagoes, They should die, they should die, Before the eye is blinded, Before the ear is deafened, Before the mouth is muffled, All those who had made a penny out of Diana, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, That where you are going. Don't repent. You will never forgive yourself. How can you? What wrong had she done? What right did she have? Who would like to be in love, before the whole world They know or didn't know collapse? Where are they now? Reuters? CNN? The Bible? Is it any more funny? Is it any less funny? So dramatic, so romantic, ain't it? To be chased to their graves? An accident, they say, sacrilege, I say. My foot knows, my hand knows, This is murder, of the highest degree, No matter how one looks at it. I will never buy another newspaper, I will never watch news again, The wrecked car is their tombstone, Now there will be greater coverage of their lives, This, translates to another mansion for the big pigs, Celebrating the end of August, I pray they be punished, This mechanism of slime, I pray they be drowned, By additional profits, by additional bags of cash, May they die without funerals, may they die without whole torsos, This greedy hungry army of doom, for they have become criminals, Yes, the bells will ring today, louder than thunder, Diana is dead, Diana is dead, Diana is dead. Puppet princess in the arms of love, R.I.P.