Open up Transmit to all receivers Woe to the disbelievers We create the truth
Alchemy Spinning lies to fool’s gold Believe what you’ve been told With or without proof
CHORUS Word like orphans lost among the crosstalk Meaning torn from truth’s decrepit hands Propaganda packaged for the masses Pure disinformation on demand
Be afraid Just like some panicked insect Only we can protect You from certain doom
Live in fear With no real understanding Of what you’re demanding You are not immune
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Tell a lie Enough and it becomes fact If only in the abstract Still, the job is done
Full control No need to fire a weapon Just make them feel threatened And you’ve already won