

(hahaha) They paint the sky in shades of gray
And tell us it's a sunny day
They feed the press,
they print the script
While keeping all our voices zipped
Lies, lies,
on the screen Nothing here is what it seems
Lies, lies,
in the feed Sowing every bitter seed (watch out)
Manufactured consent on the rise
Hypnotizing with computerized eyes
Sell the war and sell the fear
Till the truth begins to disappear
Don't believe what you read
Don't ingest what they feed
Break the chain, clear the view Find the voice inside of you
Lies, lies,
on the screen Nothing here is what it seems
Lies, lies,
in the feed Sowing every bitter seed (yeah) (shhh)