[Verse 1]
At full volume, you let all know you know whats going on
What's right to one to others is wrong
You can force feed it, 'til we passively receive it
Is one opinion better than none if you don't need it?
Minds become uniform in groups
And there's nothing quite as flexible as truth
And that's true
Commodities like truth have got any definition
And money changes hands in secure payments
Pick your favourite, and proudly propagandise
Make sure to run forth and hype it like it'll save our lives
And fight the other side like you were paid to lie
Smile for the camera and say that they provoked attack
Keep it like a boy's club you're free with G.W.B
But you can't chose your sisters, and brothers, and others
With chins high as midsummer
Talking loud throughout a dead rubber
You need your meaning of live more than i need yours
I've got one that functions ok though, scattered as it is
Home is where the attic is
And the heart is where panic lives
What matters is not outstretched hands from false prophets
Trying in vain to catch the substance like a comet
There's just to much that they could never understand
And with such great plans we're all confused as ever
At full volume, you let all know you know whats going on
What's right to one to others is wrong
You can force feed it, 'til we passively receive it
Is one opinion better than none if you don't need it?
Minds become uniform in groups
And there's nothing quite as flexible as truth
And that's true
Commodities like truth have got any definition
And money changes hands in secure payments
Pick your favourite, and proudly propagandise
Make sure to run forth and hype it like it'll save our lives
And fight the other side like you were paid to lie
Smile for the camera and say that they provoked attack
Keep it like a boy's club you're free with G.W.B
But you can't chose your sisters, and brothers, and others
With chins high as midsummer
Talking loud throughout a dead rubber
You need your meaning of live more than i need yours
I've got one that functions ok though, scattered as it is
Home is where the attic is
And the heart is where panic lives
What matters is not outstretched hands from false prophets
Trying in vain to catch the substance like a comet
There's just to much that they could never understand
And with such great plans we're all confused as ever
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