

(Look at the screen) (Lies,
lies, lies)
They print the headlines in the dark
They light the fire,
hide the spark
Selling you a brand new fear
Whispering what you want to hear
Turn it up, turn it down,
who controls the sound?
Spinning the truth till it hits the ground
Lies on the airwaves,
lies on the screen The prettiest propaganda you have ever seen Believe
what you want, obey the design Just keep stepping in line
Manufactured consent on a silver tray
They wash the blood and the truth away
Another script for the anchor to read
Feeding the monster that you feed (don't look away)
No
signal.
Static in the brain.
Lies on the airwaves,
lies on the screen The prettiest propaganda you have ever seen Believe
what you want, obey the design Just keep stepping in line
Stepping in line.
Just keep stepping in line. (lies...)