Propaganda Web

Don't believe

what you read (shhh)

They print the paper,

sell the screen

Paint the narrative so pristine

Every headline is a ghost machine

Keeping us asleep inside the dream

(wake up)

Spin the dial, flip the page

Who is pulling strings upon the stage?

(who is it?)

Lies, they feed you daily on the news

Lies,

another card that they will use

Lies,

the architecture of control

Selling out your soul for the gold (lies!)

We see the hand behind the screen

Behind the static, the machine

No more buying what you broadcast free We reclaim our own reality

(we see it all)

No more lies (no more)