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 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 The truth is they're selling you out
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