the blue light
spills like oceans
whisper then let it in
accuse us of our questions
like hoods on peregrine
knowledge locked in the tower
there is no hope looking
but if knowledge is power
know this is tyranny

all were asking for
is what's ours

you think they're selling you truth
the truth is they're selling you out

the black ink
fuels our notions
that all the facts are red
accuse us of our questions
like hoods on peregrine
knowledge locked in a tower
there is no hope looking
but if knowledge is power
know this is tyranny

all were asking for
is what's ours

you think they're selling you truth
the truth is they're selling you out

and we keep buying in
that between lies and truth
is where we bring the death they pretend

you think they're selling you truth
the truth is they're selling you out