I will not give in to what the TV sells
The bullshit news and the lies they tell
Convince us that we're lost
They try to sell us maps, we'll buy at any cost
Just really what is going on?
I'd like to find out myself
But I might need the help
So can you come along?
Poke out your eyes so you can't see
Casting shadows
Your retina's burnt, now we can lead
Casting shadows
So we can't see the things that were meant to be seen
This world is more like a nightmare and less like a dream
I will not give into twisted history
All the half-assed facts make truth a mystery
Or all the full on lies
We're children left behind, do we have clear skies?
What really constitutes a lie?
It may not matter when you lie to yourself
But when you lie to us
You can expect unrest
Casting shadows
So we can't see the things that were meant to be seen
This world is more like a nightmare and less like a dream
Does it mean it's souls they try to steal?
So evil, so unreal
You can bargain all you want with me
No deal
Still no deal
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