the blue light spills like oceans
we smile let it in
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 were 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
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
