Trapwire Truth

Watch what they feed your mind (shhh) Behind closed doors they trace

the lines

Selling us truths built on designs

Black ink on a paper screen

They keep the gears inside the machine clean (yeah)

They lie to your face,

they trace your name

Playing us all in a crooked game

Turn off the feed,

break down the wall

Watch how the tower begins to fall

(watch it fall)

Classified files under lock and key

Selling us fear so we never feel free

They trace the currency,

monitor the thread

But we see the wires hanging overhead

(look

up)

No more whispers in the dark

(no more) We

are the spark

They lie to your face,

they trace your name

Playing us all in a crooked game

Turn off the feed,

break down the wall

Watch how the tower begins to fall (watch it fall)

They can't delete the truth (never)