the blue light spills like oceans,
we smile and let it in
it cures us of our questions, like hoods on peregrine
knowledge locked in a tower, barons will hold the key
but if knowledge is power, know this is tyranny
all we're asking for is what's ours
you think they're selling you truth, truth is they're selling you out
the black ink fuels our notions that all the facts are in
it cures us of our questions, like hoods on peregrine
knowledge locked in a tower, barons will hold the key
but if knowledge is power, know this is tyranny
all we're asking for is what's ours
you think they're selling you truth but they're just selling you
and if we keep buying in the line between lies and truth
will wear paper thin, paper thin
you think they're selling you truth, truth is they're selling you out