the blue light
spills like oceans
whisper then let it in
accuse us of our questions
knowledge locked in the tower
like hoods on peregrine
there is no hope looking
but if knowledge is power
know this is tyranny all were asking for
you think they're selling you truth is what's ours
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
knowledge locked in a tower
there is no hope looking
like hoods on peregrine
but if knowledge is power
all were asking for
know this is tyranny is what's ours
the truth is they're selling you out
you think they're selling you truth and we keep buying in
that between lies and truth is where we bring the death they pretend
the truth is they're selling you outyou think they're selling you truth.
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