

Don't believe what you read (shhh)
Look between the lines
They build the screens to feed the spark
They paint a picture in the dark
Sell you the truth you want to buy
But every headline is a lie (uh-huh)
Lies on the feed,
lies on the screen
Nothing is ever quite
what it seems
They pull the strings,
they run the game
We get the loss,
they get the fame (lies!)
Ink on the page,
static on air
They spread the panic
everywhere
Keep us divided, keep us blind
Controlling every
single mind (yeah)
Who owns the narrative?
(who?) Who makes the rules?
They feed the masses
And dynamic-charge the fools
Lies on the feed,
lies on the screen
Nothing is ever quite
what it seems They pull the strings,
they run the game
We get the loss,
they get the fame (lies!)
Just lies... (shhh)
Turn off the feed