

(yeah) (here it
comes)
Turn on the screen and it's another debate
They feed us static just to generate hate
Divided lines in a fabricated war We're throwing bricks but we don't
know what for Talking heads spin the truth around While the foundation
crumbles to the ground They got the stage,
they got the microphone But we're the ones left in the cold
alone
Break the cycle, tear down the screen!
We are the voices of the in-between!
No more lies, we won't follow the lead!
We are the hunger that you cannot feed! (go!)
Sign on the line for a corporate king
They pull the strings but we don't feel a thing
Another headline designed to distract
While they quietly dismantle the pact
Talking heads spin the truth around While the foundation crumbles to the
ground They got the stage,
they got the microphone But we're the ones left in the cold
alone
Break the cycle, tear down the screen!
We are the voices of the in-between!
No more lies, we won't follow the lead!
We are the hunger that you cannot feed! (go!)
We are not your numbers
We are not your gold
We are not the stories
That you sold!
(shut it down!)
(no more!) (no more!) Break the
cycle...
Tear down the screen...
No more...