Turn off - tune out
Broken within
The contents of the megabits
Regurgitated with your own spin
Torn apart by a world of narcissists
Morally bankrupt, your virtue is venomous
Your lies, your lies, the poison, our veins
Our lives, our lives, a small cost for your fame
Slowly sliding in the knife
With intent, justice in your eyes
Wiping off the blade, and placing it in our hands
This is murder not suicide
Divide and conquer
The truth your enemy
Intellectual sleight of hand
To make them see as you see
I'm strapped to the masts
I hear the sirens singing
Come join us
I weep for the world is drowning
Sweet the poison, as it touches your lips
Intoxicated by your own righteousness
Sweet is the poison, as it touches your lips
Intoxicated by your own righteousness
It makes it way into your heart
As your thoughts are slowly fading away
What once was free finally ceases to be
What was free no longer remains