You blur the line of fiction and fate
Spew the propaganda you've used to create
Your slaves, drones, your vessels of hate
Drawing out the knives of the backs of the late
Dirty, bloody, diseased
A nation down on their knees
A paper governed by greed
Dirty, bloody, diseased
A nation down on their knees
A paper governed by greed
How am I supposed to breathe, you're smothering me
Ease this load, please take off the weight
Grinding down on me enforcing us to make
Your graves, tombs, your resting place
Laced with lavish things as though you were great
I draw the line, that's all I can take
Cut us down to size, threatening to break
You abuse, bully, intimidate
Churning out the lies that the people will take as
Gospel
Gospel
Sacrilege
Dirty, bloody, diseased
A nation down on their knees
A paper governed by greed
A lion forced to bleed
They're forcing
Extortion
Infested with lies
Reporting
Distortion
Controlling our minds
Say your prayers now
I'm not listening