Maybe I’m just panicking or superstitious
I’m afraid to say what’s going on
Every politician and their dirty secrets
Drives me up a wall of distrust
Count the bodies, dead civilians
Blown to bits by us
Don’t say that you’re only policing virtue
I see the faces of children torn apart
Part
From afar
Far
And I hate when you speak, and that hate’s an issue
Wish I could save you but also watch you burn
Burn
Will you ever learn?
Learn
One for all isn’t all for one
When they come for you, who’ll be left?
Selling freedom is really theft
(Really theft)
Propaganda needs to be extreme
(Propaganda, be extreme)
Choose your side, is it right or left?
Choosing neither is now a threat
Every secret war is started from within
Don’t say that you’re only policing virtue
I see the faces of children torn apart
Part
From afar
Far
And I hate when you speak, and that hate’s an issue
Hate’s an issue
Wish I could save you but also watch you burn
Burn
Now’s your turn
Turn
Now’s your turn
Now’s your turn
Turn the page and we know your secret
Cut. turn. fade. back.
Cut. turn. fade. back.
Greed is the status quo, violence is the control
Lies from a thousand men, the future is bought and sold
Don’t say that you’re only policing virtue
Then hide the bodies of children torn apart
Part
From afar
Far
And I hate when you speak, and that hate’s an issue
Hate’s an issue
Wish I could save you but also watch you burn
Burn
Will you ever learn?
Learn
Turn the page and we know your secret
Cut. turn. fade. back.