Fabricated Streets

They sweep the truth under the rug

But we see the dust rising

Redacted pages in the midnight light

They write the history to dim your sight

Spinning stories on the evening news

Leaving you with nothing left to lose (nothing!)

Watch the screens, feed the machine

Nothing is quite what it seems

They tell us black is white and day is night

(wake up!) Government lies on a golden plate

Selling us fear to control our fate (no more!) We see through

the classified lines

We see through the designs

Behind the marble walls they pull the strings

Ignoring all the pain the system brings

Trace the money, find the hidden hand

Re-writing all the laws across the land

(we know!)

No more silence, no more blind belief

We demand the truth,

we demand relief (ahhhh)

Government lies on a golden plate

Selling us fear to control our fate (no more!) We see through

the classified lines

We see through the designs

Classified... Redacted... Nothing remains