False Flag Symphony

Yeah

They feed you the story

They dial in the frequency

Static on the television,

static in your head

Spinning out a narrative of everything they said Wrap it in a

ribbon just to cover up the stain Feeding on the panic,

feeding on the pain

And you swallow it down (hook,

line, and sinker)

While they polish the crown

Lies on the screen,

lies on the feed Selling you the poison that you think you

need

Lies in the dark,

lies in the light

Keep the target moving in the middle of the night (it's all

lies!)

Curated chaos, print it on the page Draft another script to manufacture

the rage Nobody is looking at the hand behind the screen

Just another cog inside the giant machine

They tell you what to love

They tell you what to hate

By the time you see the truth

It's

already too late

Lies... (shhh)

Just turn it off