

(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)