They spin the narrative in the dark
Blacked-out screens on a Friday night
Redacted pages keeping secrets tight
They sign the papers behind heavy glass
While they promise us the storm will pass
Look at the screens,
tell me what you see
They selling comfort, but it isn't free
It's all lies in the ink,
lies on the screen They hide the truth behind the smoke machine
(they lying) Watch the crown start to break and bend
Every kingdom has to meet its end
(watch it fall)
Classified files on a server drive Feeding illusions to keep control alive
They want the silence,
they want the nod
Playing the rulers, acting like God
It's all lies in the ink,
lies on the screen They hide the truth behind the smoke machine
(they lying) Watch the crown start to break and bend Every kingdom
has to meet its end
(watch it fall)
No more static, no more screen
We see right through the smoke machine