[Intro]
(Shhh)
People used to burn pages, show their inner outrages
These days, the gauge for rage is who gets flamed on comments pages
No claim is too outrageous for these constant news updaters
Lines refined to save time, less complicated to sedate us (Shhh, hang on, I'll go again, I'll go again, hang on, go now)
We ingest five lines or less stories through our subconsciousness
As times go by, the Internet will kill the printed press
Where's the scroll bar on these ink-drenched pages? I ain't turning this
Don’t believe the hype machine, death of the Journalist
[Hook]
Don't believe the hype machine, death of the Journalist
Don't believe the hype machine, don't believe the hype machine
(We provide survival instruments)
Don't believe the hype machine, death of the Journalist
(To help you overcome any fear of the future...)
Don't believe the- don't believe the- don't believe the- don't believe the
[Verse 1]
Good Friday, April 18th, 1930
BBC radio news showed a rare maturity
The news reporter said something that these days they wouldn't say
"Good evening. There is no news today."
They didn’t feel the need to fill with leads on non-news stories
All picked apart and ripped, painting fake failures or glories
Making mole hills into mountains, being exaggeratory
Financial backers in their ears feeding different allegories
Let's beguile this sickly horse-whispered media
Less reliable sources than Wikipedia
Journalism is dead, rest in pieces of trivia
The blogger is king, the gossip column is leading ya
As the blogger becomes the journalist, the art form dies
They don't have the sources anymore they just have Google finds
Referencing other websites as if they're well-sourced scriptures
Focused on getting their hits up, not winning Pulitzers
Their journalism is lazy in the need to be first
I do more research than some of them when penning a verse
And you know how we are, we just believe it's the truth
We just accept it as news instead of asking for proof
But in a way, the Internet makes journalism redundant
Freedom of information despite the attempts of some governments
Man tweets while WikiLeaks's spilling the truth of the troublesome
But truths become perspectives as soon as man discovers 'em
(Shhh)
People used to burn pages, show their inner outrages
These days, the gauge for rage is who gets flamed on comments pages
No claim is too outrageous for these constant news updaters
Lines refined to save time, less complicated to sedate us (Shhh, hang on, I'll go again, I'll go again, hang on, go now)
We ingest five lines or less stories through our subconsciousness
As times go by, the Internet will kill the printed press
Where's the scroll bar on these ink-drenched pages? I ain't turning this
Don’t believe the hype machine, death of the Journalist
[Hook]
Don't believe the hype machine, death of the Journalist
Don't believe the hype machine, don't believe the hype machine
(We provide survival instruments)
Don't believe the hype machine, death of the Journalist
(To help you overcome any fear of the future...)
Don't believe the- don't believe the- don't believe the- don't believe the
[Verse 1]
Good Friday, April 18th, 1930
BBC radio news showed a rare maturity
The news reporter said something that these days they wouldn't say
"Good evening. There is no news today."
They didn’t feel the need to fill with leads on non-news stories
All picked apart and ripped, painting fake failures or glories
Making mole hills into mountains, being exaggeratory
Financial backers in their ears feeding different allegories
Let's beguile this sickly horse-whispered media
Less reliable sources than Wikipedia
Journalism is dead, rest in pieces of trivia
The blogger is king, the gossip column is leading ya
As the blogger becomes the journalist, the art form dies
They don't have the sources anymore they just have Google finds
Referencing other websites as if they're well-sourced scriptures
Focused on getting their hits up, not winning Pulitzers
Their journalism is lazy in the need to be first
I do more research than some of them when penning a verse
And you know how we are, we just believe it's the truth
We just accept it as news instead of asking for proof
But in a way, the Internet makes journalism redundant
Freedom of information despite the attempts of some governments
Man tweets while WikiLeaks's spilling the truth of the troublesome
But truths become perspectives as soon as man discovers 'em
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